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A very touching story. Thank you for sharing it. My grandfather, married to my Grandmother for 42 years, died two years ago the weekend after Thanksgiving. It's been hard on all of us; he was a good man, a devoted husband and Christian. We've learned to live again, but without him, going to my Grandmother's house isn't the same. The biggest pity is that I didn't even spend half the time with him as I did with my Grandmother in his last year. But I still remember as a kid, listening to him talk about the space rockets he worked on, describing them as they lifted off into space. Today we have a displayed memorial of the planes and space craft he worked on -- 20 or more in total. I miss him dearly, and given the chance I would have spent greater time with him.
Peace, all. I'm leaving for the holidays.