Exotic yet ordinary

My grandfather, Hardy Blake Martin, died Saturday afternoon at 3:30. He was one of my favorite people. It is likely, or at the very least possible, that he would have been one of yours, too, if you had met him. He had the best stories. Grandpas always seem to have the best stories. And coffee. Eventhough I'm not much of a coffee drinker, it was always nice to have the option. I am going to miss him terribly.