“One of my favorite nights was when I took Dave to Shea Stadium for a Mets game.  I grew up loving baseball and Dave agreed to go to a MLB game with me.  However, once the game started I realized that Dave knew nothing about baseball.  He was a good sport about it though, and listened patiently as I attempted to explain the rules of the game.  Eventually we ended up just talking during the entire game and got to know one another very well.  I remember his shock when he found out that this seemingly Puerto Rican girl actually called her grandparents “Oma” and “Opa,” and laughing when he observed that I said it with no accent.  Years later, Dave messaged me how he was sorry that my Opa passed away.  I responded telling him about that night at Shea Stadium and how we realized we both had an “Opa.”  That memory of Dave made me laugh a little while I mourned the loss of my grandfather.”

~ Diana V., NYU classmate

Discussions with Opa back in the day.

Selfie with Oma