My grandmother's husband died yesterday. It seems like "grandfather" would have worked in that last sentence, for that was certainly the role he played in the family, but we always called him by his name, Will. The death was not entirely unexpected; he'd been growing weaker at what seemed to be an exponential rate over the last few months. I have a memory of Will when my grandmother first met him, and he brought my brother and me a toy space shuttle. He was a good man.