Rest in peace, Gramps. Thank you for everything you’ve taught me. Fly high, and come down for a visit every now and again, if you can. I love you. I love you. I love you. Thank you for your stories. Your bravery. Your teachings. Your heart. My Gramps, Mr. William T. MacQuarrie, aka Mac. I’ll miss you one hell of a lot, sir. (Cheers for the snowfall.)