A whole year, 365 days, has passed since my paternal Grandfather passed away. There aren't enough words to describe the emotions and thoughts that have happened and traversed my mind in such a time. Without a current job my mind has had more time to dwell in depressing thoughts and given more time to morn. So many things were great about my Grandpa, from his strength to handle anything thrown at him (metaphorically speaking) to his deep love for my grandmother and the rest of his family. He grew up in a time where men were not suppose to show or say their feelings. Work till your body is broken, take an aspirin and keep going. My Grandma has had many health issues over the year, the farm and crops always had to be attended too, and neighbors asked for his help when things got hairy. All this and more was constantly on my Grandfather's plate. It was rare to ever hear him complain about any of it or his own health inconveniences. He was raised different and his Father ...