Life is Short

Joe Zanatta was my grandfather. He past away on Tuesday, September 30th and was 84 years old. When he was 27 he left Italy to come to Canada and start a new life. The word “Nonno” means grandfather in Italian. My Nonno has left me with some great memories.

Memories of Nonno

You might remember him for his good looks, his charm, his hands-on approach to life and how he carefully tendered his garden to get those tomatoes just right. You might remember him for his bad driving, his little pick-up truck or that 40 proof vino that made your head spin. You might remember him for his spotless driveway or the way his lawn was always trimmed perfectly.

You might remember him for all these things. You might remember him for the way he used to say hi and how he always had a smile on his face. It was as if his face was saying, “It’s so nice to see you.”

You might remember the way he greeted you and the tender way he would hold your hand. My Nonno was always so gentle and loving.

You might remember Nonno for the little things he used to say. Like when we used to ask him if he would like a drink of water and he’d say, “Water? It’s too wet. It gets the pipes rusty.”

I’ve got to be honest with you; it’s rare these days to meet someone like my Nonno. He was someone who had such a spark and enthusiasm for life; someone who always had a smile on his face and the right words to make you laugh. He had such a great attitude. He was one of a kind and I’ll miss him.

I’m going to remember the Nonno who always had the patience to listen; and the wisdom to give great advice.

Life is a Game You Play

You see in life, there are only two things you can be certain of, you are born and then you die. It’s a fact of life and we all know it. You come into this world through your body and you leave the same way. Life is a game that you play. Once you’re done this game you go on to play others.

You see, my Nonno was a joker, but he was also a very wise man. There was more to him than just appearances. He understood the game of life. He understood that you only have one shot at this game, so make it a good one. Life is short.

You see, I’m going to remember my Nonno for his joy and enthusiasm for life. The way he always seemed to find the good in others and add humor to life.

When I got the word that my Nonno passed away I felt sad. I was upset because his passing came so quickly. I was sad but I also felt happy because I realized he was where he wanted to be. He was home. He’s played this game and now he’s off to play others. I’ll remember how happy he was to be here and deep down I’ve got this feeling he wants us to be happy too.

Life is Short

I think that some people go through life thinking they’ve got a ticket to live forever. A great number of people get consumed with their daily lives and forget about what’s really important to them. And by the time they realize it, it’s too late.

Don’t be that person. Don’t live like you’ve got a ticket to live forever. Live your life now. Live like Nonno did. Live in the moment; be happy and grateful for what you have now because life is short.


  • Drezz

    Reply Reply December 1, 2008

    I miss Bepi. I don’t think I’ve ever met a gentler man in my entire life. I have a lot of fond memories of him as well – running through the yards with Mirella and Keka and he would chase us by spraying the hose at us – or how he used to pick green beans from the garden and give them to us as snacks.

    I don’t think I ever saw him angry – ever. He lived a good life, and he was a good man. The old saying “They don’t make ’em like they used to” totally applies here. More people need to follow his example – live simple, live happy.

  • Steve

    Reply Reply December 1, 2008

    Hey Drezz, thanks for the kind words.

    I’ll make sure to let Mirella know you dropped by. I’m sure she also has some of those great memories of Nonno tucked away.

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