Have Another Helping: On Pancakes and Complicated Grief

Pancakes for when you can’t say “I love you.”

Jerry (Jaroslav) Jaworski is my grandfather. Not Pops or Poppi or Grandad or Grandpa or any other iteration, but Grandfather. Upright and tall, just like the name implies. He never took on the Ukrainian term Dido or a diminutive version. For as long as I’ve been alive, he’s been Grandfather.

While Jer is your typical Trad Dad (and Grandad)—mowing the la…