Happy Birthday to Granddad

My grandpa would be 80 year’s old tomorrow, September 22nd. Unfortunately, he passed away on September 22nd, 2008. He would be Henry’s Great Grandpa and it would have been a joy for Granddad to meet Henry. I can hear his voice asking how Henry is doing and coming up with a nickname for him. Oftentimes when I called Gram, Granddad would pick up the phone in another room and say, “Is this Jacqui Marie (not my middle name, but his name for me)? Love you” and then stressing it with “very, very, very, much.” As long as he told all of us how much he loved us, he didn’t really need to say more. He was a great man and we miss him not only on his birthday, but every day.

My Grandma's favorite photo of Granddad (Larry Bourret).

My Grandma’s favorite photo of Granddad (Larry Bourret).


We took Henry back to the pediatrician’s office today for an unscheduled visit because his eyes have been irritated, crusty and puffy. Again we were reassured that this isn’t uncommon in newborns. (First-time parents need extra reassurance.)

Henry also went to his first restaurant, Benvenuto Cafe (though he didn’t eat, of course) and later received a visit from our friend Jessica, a first-time parent herself, though her three-month-old daughter didn’t accompany her.

But on to the main subject of today’s post: Henry is named after his paternal great-grandfather, Henry Taillac, who was born in New Orleans, LA on August 19, 1914.

After a career with the municipal utility and transit provider, he spent his retirement years traveling, gardening and tinkering in his workshop. As a kid, I spent a lot of time during my summer vacations with him and his second wife, Virgie. We remained close until his death nine years ago today on September 14, 2003.

He was a patient, kind man with a clever mind and sharp sense of humor who was universally beloved by his family.

It’s my hope that our son, Henry will develop these same traits as he grows.

Henry Taillac, 1927

Henry Taillac, 1999