My grandfather passed away in his sleep very early on Sunday morning. He was recovering from surgery at a nice hospital right down the road from my hometown. I last spoke with him on the phone Thursday night, and he seemed to be happy and in good spirits.
He was 88 years old, and I'm sure he was feisty all the way to the very end. No word yet from my mother on when we will hold his memorial service.
He instilled in me a love of coffee, good-natured teasing, Italian home cooking and [most recently] gin & tonics. He is loved, and he is already greatly missed.