I rarely say it aloud, but I’ve always been quite fond of my blue eyes. In fact, did you know that only approximately 8% of the human eyes are blue? That’s not a lot of people in the grand scheme of things, Grandpa, so we’re lucky. And Grandpa, I know you get this a lot, but your blue eyes are the brightest and most beautiful of them all– everyone has always said so.
You know what everyone else always says, Grandpa? They say that even though I carry the name Wielgus, I definitely, unmistakably look like a Bowe. And even though my blue eyes will never be the exact shade or brightness as yours, Grandpa, when my eyes do shine, I swear they shine a bright shade of “Coach.”
When I look into your beautiful blue eyes, Grandpa, I see a lot of things. I see a man of integrity, of good character, of principle, of decency, and of sincerity.
Throughout my life, people have often referred to you as THE Coach, or THE Legend. You were a veteran; you were an influential coach; you were inducted into the Wisconsin Football Coaches’ Hall of Fame; you were a teacher, a father, a brother, a grandfather, a great-grandfather, an uncle, a golfer; you built a home and raised a family; and you have always been so modest and so humble about all of it. But you have SO much to be proud of, Grandpa.
You have built such an amazing network of friends and family, and have touched SO many people throughout the years, both in the Cudahy community and SO far beyond that. There are so many people in this world who look up to you. You have always been the rock for so many to lean on; you have always been the glue that held your mother, your ten brothers and sisters, and their families together.
When I think back on my favorite memories of you, there are so many good ones that come to mind: late night swims in your pool, eating your delicious banana splits, exchanging presents on Christmas Day, talking on the phone while I’ve been overseas, and conversing with you by the fire in the living room.