For those who don’t know, my grandfather died the day before my birthday.

He is the man who raised me, who introduced me to my passion for the stars, rocks, birds, and swimming. I would forget my lunch (some times on purpose) so I could see him in the middle of the school day. We chased squirrels out of his bird feeder, and I loved to hear his stories of his hitchhiking days around Los Alamos during WWII.

R.I.P. my dearest grandfather.