Some of you readers know what happened. My grandfather, the Captain, died a few weeks ago. I read the eulogy at his funeral, and at the end I read the Irish blessing:

May the road rise to meet you,

May the wind always be at your back,

May the sun shine warm upon your face,

And rain fall soft upon your fields,

And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.

Rest in Peace, Grandpa, I love you,