This afternoon I received the sad news that my stepfather, Michael Tessman, passed away yesterday at the age of 96. To say that he had lived a full life would be an understatement. He served in the United States Army during some of the key battles of World War II, in northern Africa, Italy, and north into other parts of Europe as the war finally drew to a close.
After he raised his two daughters, Ginny and Sharon, he was widowed, but later met and married my mom, and enjoyed over thirty years of marriage with her. They enjoyed their years of camping, boating, cross-country skiing, and fishing until finally he sold his farm and they moved to Augusta. Lately, he has been a patient at the Maine Veterans’ Home where he received good care.
Before I left for the Camino, I considered long and hard what I would do if he passed away while I was gone. My mother and sisters said that in no way should I come back. Still, my heart is heavy, and I would have loved to support my mom, Ginny, Sharon, Ron, Dawn, and Melody, and, of course, my family in this sad time. We loved him, and I will always miss “Grandpa Michael.”