I know how very fortunate I am that I have had my grandfather and my grandmother in my life for 45 years. My girls are all fortunate to have know them both as well. This knowledge, however does not make it any less painful to watch him go.My grandpa has always been a do-it-yourself kind of guy. I recall many weekends of my childhood watching and helping as the family put shingles on a roof, poured a concrete pad for a patio, built a garage, put up a shed or any other thing that needed doing. Those were the big jobs, things for which Grandpa, Dad and a variety of aunts, uncles and cousins would all come together--many hands making light work. There were smaller projects too, things that could be done alone or with the help of one or two others: fixing a leaky pipe, laying linoleum, changing the oil in the car, or greasing up the tractor. Grandpa could do anything!