My grandfather. He always called me Jill Marie and he always laughed at everything I did. I loved it when he would tease me about how silly I was. As I grew older, I realized that I reminded him of my mother, and it tickled him to have a "mini-Donna" running around. I loved making him laugh.
As much as we try to be our own person and deny our heritage, blood is very, very thick. My grandfather will be a part of me forever and I am grateful to him for raising my mother to be the person she was to me. He can now reunite with my grandmother and my mother and be at peace.