5 September 2012
When I was little I was blessed with many influential people in my life, and they all taught me different things about life and what I wanted for myself. The only person who really stuck by my side the most and helped me till the day he no longer could was my grandfather. Till this day my grandfather, Michael Kiley, still holds a huge part of my life even though he is not here to help me when I need him the most. Many people still have him declared as “The King of Pickwick Park”. As for me he is not just my grandfather, king or my hero but my best friend, the one person I looked up to most in this world.
My grandfather was a very big, powerful and important man in my life. I called my grandfather “Geep” which was what all his very close friends and family referred to him as. Geep was a tall and big built guy that has many personalities. He was a social butterfly and always wanted to crack jokes and tell stories. He was a very intelligent man who did a lot of interesting things with his life. Geep was never one to boast about himself, family history, or the Irish, Notre Dame, until somebody made him angry. Which happen very certainly once a week during the fall, football season. Notre Dame was like his child that he would never have, he lived and breathed Notre Dame and being Irish. He was a legend at Lake Wawasee, everywhere he went people knew who he was. Between being the commodore of the annual Flotilla or head of DNR, Geep was a very important man in Syracuse, IN. The stories he would tell us from any time in his life or another’s always changed depending on who was listening because he enjoyed adding on twists into everything to get a better reaction from people.
When I was a little girl my grandfather would always pick me up, have me stand on his feet and dance me around the living room at the lake. He would tell me, “Someday you’ll be to grown up to do this but always...