The last 3 days have been very sad because I have lost a very important man in my life. His name was Harry A. Foster Jr. He was 91 when he died just 7 days before his birthday. For a man born in 1925 to live to be 91, is rare, to be honest. And he had 13 great grand children, I was one of them, and 2 great great grandchildren. This man was the toughest man I knew and he had been through so much. World war 2, losing his wife, a leg, and so much more. What was important about him for me, is that he always smiled when he was in pain, or when he had a cold. He always smiled like everything was going to be alright. His motto is what his dad told him. "Smile dammit, even if it hurts." And thats what he did. I am very happy he was in my life, but very depressed I will not see him again in a while. And to see so many people cry over a man that has touched us all made me break down crying. I told him thank you for all you have done on veterans day, and that was the last I hears from him. But I always tell myself that he died in a peaceful way, in his sleep with his kids around him before pulling the plug on his life support. Oh Great Grandpa Harry Foster, you will be missed by all, and may god take care of you and your wife in heaven, the eternal kingdom.