My grandpa, who had a lot of hardships in his life and cared deeply about everyone around him passed away at 9:02am on February 14, 2011, I was on an airplane on my way back up to Canada when it happened and I didn't find out about it until yesterday

He lived a long tough 81 years, but a happy and peaceful one. While it's hard for me because I was really close to him, I know that he's in a better place with my grandma and he's not suffering anymore, but yet it's still hard I try not to cry but the tears come out, I see something that my grandpa would love or something he loved and they just start flowing. I promised him that I would come and visit him this summer and we would go to the ports and admire all of the wonderful boats, but it isn't going to happen.
When I last saw him in 2004 I didn't think that would be the last time I saw him, but it was all of the good memories I have of him will always be there, but he will not be. I think my way to remember him will be getting a tattoo in honor of him, but of what i'm not sure yet. Maybe a maple leaf or a boat.