I just got a call from my mom. Grandpa "Farmer" has passed away.
Grandpa Farmer was one hell of a guy. He lived on a small farm with Grandma "Bunhead". Those were the names everyone knew them by. Grandpa was, you guessed it, a farmer by hobby. And Grandma always wore a bun in her hair.
Grandpa was a pilot in the air force, probably right around when WWII was wrapping up. I don't think he saw combat. He was a school teacher that taught Agriculture for many years. He had 10 kids. 10 KIDS, can you believe that?! Growing up, we would spend every Thanksgiving at "The Farm" with all the other relatives, usually about 50 in all. It was one big party with a huge bonfire out in the country. Grandpa was a generous host and a cool dude. I wasn't super close to him, but I admire him greatly. I'm going to miss him.