Grampa Art: R.I.P.

I found out this week that my grandfather died. It is a sad occasion. He was my last surviving blood-relative grandparent. (I have a grandmother left--my maternal grandfather's second wife. I barely remember his first wife, my actual grandmother. I was very young when she died, so I've always just accepted my step-grandma as my maternal grandmother. She is the coolest old lady ever anyway.) Art was also one of the few relatives on my dad's side of the family I liked. He always made time to take me fishing.

Art lived to the ripe old age of 96. You will be missed, gramps. For you practicing catholics out there, if you could say a few rosaries for him, it would be appreciated.