My grandfather died about 3 hours ago. He was probably the greatest man I've ever known. He was incredibly generous, a brilliant intellect, funny, charming, and had an irreplaceable gift for storytelling. He grew up during the depression in New Orleans, got himself into business, was a naval captain in WW2, and spent the rest of his life making phenomenally good decisions, raising and providing for his family. I owe literally everything that I have to this man; my education, my family, my name. I'll never be able to repay that debt, and I'll never hear a story told the same way again. I pretty much just regret not paying rapt attention to every single word this man spoke in my presence. R.I.P. Grampie.