Today actually marks the three year anniversary of my Granddad passing. He was diagnosed with acute myeloid lukemia only a couple of months before he passed away. His treatment as radiation and chemotherapy, but complications arose when his bone marrow could not replicate fast enough to take over the cancer. Before he passed, we were all able to fly down to Houston to see him while is was comfortable enough and coherent enough to get to say his good byes to all of us. He was my fishing buddy on Lake Dillon and we also made me my doll house and rocking horse that has meticulous detail and craftsmanship.
Granddad came into the family when he married my grandmother in 1977. (Before I was born, obvio, but clearly not my dad's dad.) Growing up, I didn't know that he wasn't my "real" granddad until I was 12 or so. I guess by that point, he had been in the family for so long and I had known him my whole life as such, that it wasn't all that weird.
He was from New Hampshire and from time to time, you could get him to drop his Rs. He loved to be on the water and always found the simple joys in a hard day's work.
I miss him a lot, but I know that he watches over me. So, today, I may miss him a little more, but I also will smile a little more remembering him.