My grandfather passed away last night.  He came through his surgery quite well from what my parents told me, but then suffered a massive heart attack about 10:15 last night.  I can't quite believe he's gone.  It's a strange feeling.  He's been such a part of my life for, well, my whole life that to think that he's not with us anymore is really hard.  He always had a way about him of getting people to do what they needed to or what he wanted them to.  I have to admit he had an angle for everything.  He also had a story for everything.
 
Grandpa, you'll be missed.  Tammy asked me last night what she could do.  There's nothing anyone can really do, but I propose this...the next time you have a cold frosty beer on a hot summer's day, raise your glass to him.  He would have liked that.