He was a wonderful man, with a cheeky sense of humour and a love of literature that I enjoyed sharing with him. My grandmother became confined to a wheel chair in her late sixties and Grandpa took on the job of running the house and caring for her, without a complaint. He liked to say he was the Chief Cook and Bottle-washer of his house, and shared recipes and stories with me as the Chief Cook and Bottle-washer of mine. Sometimes I miss him very much, but most of the time I just feel lucky to have known him.