Condolence: I never met Eugene's grandfather, but I heard many loving stories about him as we traveled the region looking for old coal mines and attending programs. Eugene loved going hunting with his grandfather. He said they often never fired a shot, but they didn't need to. It was the enjoyment of spending time together in Pennsylvania wilderness. The Persian poet Kahlil Gibran said it best:
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
Your grandfather's spirit will always be with you Eugene. You are lucky!