You were a great source of inspiration, and a great source of comfort. You who were very kind and gentle and very understanding of people. You who taught me that first impressions are most important and that you should always show the best side of yourself... even when I didn't always do so. You helped raise me, you nurtured me, showed me things as they should be, and not as they were sometimes. You gave everyone a chance when they needed it, and you didn't put up with bullshit when you were confronted by it. You took the time to understand a person and you took the time to care. You were supportive, and loving, and kind and worked hard so your family could have. And you never ceased to impress with your knowledge and your teaching, even when you were in the hospital bed, smiling at the gathered faces of your family. I love you, and I'll miss you so much. So much. You just don't know. I thank you for everything. Everything possible that you showed and taught, I thank you. For being that person that cared, I thank you. And for being yourself.

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I spent fifteen years of my childhood with him and his wife, my Dad having moved in with them after his divorce from my Mom. And when my Dad remarried and moved out of state my junior year of high school, I still stayed with my Grandparents because I didn't want to leave where I was at. My Grandfather always took me to the hospital I volunteered at every day, and brought me home when I was done. He was a painter and a sketch artist. He was in the military and he worked for a bank, a motel, and a pest control company for years. Whenever there was a Pay-Per-View for a wrestling event he always got it so he and I could watch. It was always a lot of fun. And now he's with my Grandmother. And I miss them both. I do honestly hope I get to see them again one day. I love the both of you. Please, rest peacefully now.