for having known my grampa, who died early this morning. he carved birds out of wood. he watched mass on tv, explaining each aspect of the liturgy to my young, ignorant, unitarian self. he brought milk chocolate turkeys to thanksgiving dinner. he gave me things he knew i'd love: books he'd read as a child, a box brownie camera, a silver claddaugh ring, the music of john denver. he called me jennifire. i loved him.