He was my grandfather. I loved him since I first saw him, and I loved him up until the day that he passed. He liked to give us all nicknames, mine was Windy Lou, because my name means "wind" - and I loved that. He always would sneak us goodies before dinner, and put mustard on our plates because he loved to torment us with his food tastes. Knowing he was sick was the worst feeling in the world, but the moment I heard he died, I remembered everything. I remembered how he taught me how to ride my bike, and I remember how he let me use the tractor to go up and down his driveway, but mostly I will remember how much he taught me to be myself. He was a kind man, with an even kinder heart, there was nothing about him that I didn't like. But what I look forward to the most, is waking up every single day and living it.. to the best of my ability. I will never ever forget what he did, what he said, and how absolutely wonderful he was.