My grandpa on my father's side passed. That side of the family and I have been out of communication for a long time. It's a long story that I won't tell here, and I had to find out through an obituary. No funeral. No call. He was a Marine on the first landing of the Guadalcanal Campaign. A Japanese grenade took most of the sight from his right eye. In 2003, diabetes took his leg. This man taught me how to fish for everything, taught me how to drive a boat, shoot a gun, clean and smoke fish, eat raw oysters, and to have a good work ethic. I'm heartbroken.