has them. You know those traditions
that have been going on since before you can remember? Well, that's what Milky Way
Day is for my family.
When I was little, I was with my grandpa all the time. He was 100% Italian
, and we ended up calling him Papa
. Every time my cousins and I would go over there, he would say, "What kind of candy bar
does my grandkid
want today?" And our replies would come: Snickers
, Kit Kat
. No matter what, Papa would always pull out a Milky Way and give us that. But he never actually handed it to us. He would make us jump up in the air
When I was six years old
, Papa died of cancer
. Every year since then, on his birthday
, March 26, my mom and my sister would eat a Milky Way candy bar. It is always an emotional experience
. Despite the fact that I really don't like Milky Way candy bars, I eat one every year without fail.
To this day, I can not see a Milky Way candy bar or listen to Dean Martin
, who my Papa insisted was the greatest singer
ever, without thinking of my Papa.