Well, Grams... you had a great run. Pushing nine decades and I don't think you slowed down a bit, legally-blinding cataracts and other ailments be damned. Sure, your birthday and Christmas gifts were always targeted for an age group that was probably 15 years younger than my mine, but if you never stopped seeing me as the wide-eyed, sweet, naive and impressionable young lad that I was (alright, at least less naive), that's perfectly OK by me.
Alright, hope Heaven's nice up there. I'm sure you're already dancing and having a good time up there, watching Grampa carve ducks and debone/scale fish.