I remember Grandpa sitting at the kitchen table, light-up magnifying glass out, saying to Dad, "Seven letters, starts with a G.. Any ideas?" All of my old memories of Grandpa involve him doing crossword puzzles at the table and the trouble that him and my Dad would go to in finding the right word before they'd give in and look it up in the newest paper. Grandpa always had to put his two cents in (sometimes to my dismay) like just before Christmas when my brother started washing the dishes and he called me into the kitchen just to say, "See Sheila, this is what you should be doing for your parents." It's nice to know that he still had his wit until the end. He had a knack for getting under your skin and loving every minute of it. I remember he used to click his thumbnails together and would stand by the computer and do it just knowing that I was gritting my teeth listening to it. I'll always remember Grandpa as having such an evil sense of humour, being stubborn as anything, and always being up for some banter.