Losing "the greatest generation"

I have always considered myself lucky to know many people from the WWII generation. Some were servicemen, others were the women who kept this country running while our men (and boys) were away in Europe and the Pacific. The stories they have shared with me and the wisdom they have gave will stay with me always.
This past Thursday I lost one of those friends. Andy had volunteered to fill in as my "adopted" grandfather since I had lost the only one I ever knew. He would sing to me and always had a smile. He told me I was beautiful anytime he saw me, then we'd compare tattoos. Andy outlived his wife, several of his children, and most other people from WWII. His health had started to decline, but he bounced back every time. Well, almost every time. I will miss Andy everyday, and I am sure I will expect to see his smiling face when I go to the American Legion. Rest in peace my dear friend, you deserve it after a long life bringing joy to so many.