I just heard that my last surviving grandparent passed away last night. He lived a long, productive, love-filled life, and I'm honored to have known him. I loved spending time at his house during the summer, in the guest room in the basement. I loved the garden where he grew corn and pumpkins and berries and so many other yummy things. He was gentle, and thoughtful, and always positive. And he loved his family fiercely. You'll be missed, grandpa.
