Last Friday my Grandpa Davis passed away. His health had deteriorated quite a bit since he had moved to Illinois from Michigan, and he had spent the last several months living in a nursing home. I don't think he was ever the same after my Grandma died a few years ago- I know he missed her very much. Still, it was nice to have him nearer to us. He was even able to meet and hold Isabel. When I think about my Grandpa Davis I will remember silly memories like the "treasure hunt" map he made for us when I stayed with him for a summer break. I will remember how he taught me what a "doppleganger" was and how he said I could blame mine for any bad behavior I might have. I will remember how he would become frustrated after his stroke when he spoke but how he would always keep trying anyway. I will remember how he became very affectionate in his later years, giving my sister and I big hugs whenever he saw us. My Grandpa was a very smart, interesting, well-travelled, well-read man. He and my Grandma had a long and loving marriage and were deeply committed to each other. I will miss him- I love you Grandpa.