Last Friday, my grandpa on my mom's side of the family passed away.
He was 88, and just celebrated his 62nd wedding anniversary with my grandma.
I can credit him with my love of vegetables - he had an amazing garden for a long time, and his vegetables were incredibly delicious. As my dad said, we haven't had a good lima bean since my grandpa stopped gardening in 2005.
Grandparents are pretty special - they love you unconditionally, and aren't embarrassed to have their picture taken with you even when your fashion sense has much to be desired.
My grandpa always let me know how proud he was of me, which means more to me than I can adequately express.
He was diagnosed with lung cancer last November, even though he never smoked. And his diagnosis came about a week after my grandpa on my dad's side of the family passed away.
Losing one grandpa was heartbreaking, and losing another one so soon just seems unfair.
But I am so lucky to have grown up with such great grandpas. They played board games with me (and, I suspect, let me win), pushed me on the best tree swing in the world as high as I wanted, and showed me how to catch frogs down at the creek.
I'm so fortunate to have had them in my life for as long as I did. They got to see me graduate from high school.
And then from college.
But it's never enough time, really.
I wish they could have seen me graduate from law school. I wish they could have seen me pass the Bar. I wish they could have seen me get married and have a family one day. But I am so grateful to have them as role models, and I strive to raise a family of my own as well as they raised theirs, and to have even a fraction of an impact as they had on so many people.