My paternal grandfather (who everyone called "Art") died on Thursday, February 16. He was 92 years old and got pneumonia, which is a pretty deadly thing to get when you're that age and not in the best health, anyway. Don't worry, I'm not horribly grief-stricken. Unfortunately, I didn't know him very well and I actually hadn't seen him in 11+ years. But he was my grandfather, and his blood flows in my veins. In fact, I think I may have inherited his nose. In my experience, Grandpa Sufficool's greatest contribution to the world was producing my dad, Bob Sufficool. Here's hoping that my dad will live even longer than his father! This picture was taken about four years ago. It's not a great picture of him, but it's the only one that I could find.
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