A Vintage Portrait of an adventurous young man, my grandfather
Here’s my grandfather Ryszard and his friend. It was around 1950.
My Grandpa was a true “bad boy.” He had only 7 fingers; he lost 3 when he was a child playing with his friends in the forest. They found a bomb and started to dismantle it. And then…Boom!
He was the only one who survived.
Although he was a “bad boy,” full of irony and sarcasm, he was also the type of man who loved with his whole heart.
I really, really miss him. ~shared by @gabababayeoja