My grandfather died on Friday. He was 96 so it wasn't totally unexpected. I really wanted to write a fitting tribute. It's just I'm not all that poetic about death these days. He was a really triumphant man. The patriarch, our family owes much of what it has to him. He held two doctorates. One in fine art, and one in education. He climbed mountains
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