First off, I want to state that I am not posting this for sympathies or condolences, but to celebrate the life of a good man. My Grandfather passed away last weekend at the age of 89. He was a farmer and rancher most of his life, except for the years when he served in the Army Air Corps during World War II. He served doing maintenance and loading munitions onto aircraft with the 12th Bomb Group in India, and was one of the inspirations that lead me into aviation. He was a hard worker for himself, his family, and the community. Despite having spent 3 weeks in the hospital back in April with congestive heart failure and his kidneys starting to fail, he was up on an old wooden step ladder just 10 days before he passed, trimming limbs from a tree with a chainsaw for his church. If there was something that needed done, he didn't fuss about, just did it. He went out on his own terms, just like he would have wanted. He woke up from a nap, had lunch, got a haircut and a shave, laid down and closed his eyes. We'll miss him a lot, but I have so many great stories to tell my daughters.