Losing Loved Ones

My Grandfather, the last one left, passed away Friday. He would have been 82 in October, so he had a long life. He lived in a small town in Louisiana, so I didn't get to see him very often, but when I was a child, I adored him. He was everything a grandfather should be, fun, generous, and he spoiled me rotten. It makes me sad that my younger cousins never knew him the way I did. He had funny nicknames for all of us in my group, and I was Too. Still don't know why, but it makes me smile everytime I think of those names.
His funereal is this Wednesday, so I'll be away for a little while. Guess I'll feel more like sharing when I get back.