A few weeks ago I got the call that I knew was coming... I just didn't know when. My Great-Grandfather passed away. It's very unusual to have great grandparents at my age, especially multiple ones. My great grandparents just celebrated 70 years together. They were a testament to love, dedication and perseverance. My absolute favorite moments of my childhood were spent in their basement surrounded by everyone in the family on Christmas Eve night, eating ham, mac and cheese, and all the other tasty things Grandma could whip up. We would all then pile into the same pew at the local Lutheran church soaking in the meaning and weight of the evening, and then head back to a night of laughter and games in their basement. It was a very sad year that it all stopped. Christmas lost a little bit of it's magic that year. Growing up, it was always amazing to me the stories that Grandpa would tell about his work, the economy, drought years, and just general wisdom from a life well