My grandfather passed away last December on the fourteenth. Christmas, I think, was his favorite time of year. He'd upwrap presents and give them the obligatory look-over, and then get back to what he really loved--watching the rest of us and setting the scene in his big, beautiful home.
So, here's to my grandpa: the complicated, sylish, bigger-than-life rascal. We miss you.
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