Get our free mobile app As he was dying, I was asked to write my grandpa's obituary and read it to him before he passed. Doing so was was the most beautiful final gift that I could have given to the man who raised me as though I were his own daughter. He gave me his all and I wanted to put my all into telling his incredible story and so I poured my heart into it, letting the words flow from my mind to my pen, not really thinking about the number of words I ended up with. After hearing his obituary, my grandpa asked me to publish his story in three different newspapers but I didn't know when I...