My Grandfather died last night, he was 94 years old. He fought in the Battle of the Bulge and was a father to eight. I havnt even tried to count how many grand children and great grandchildren he had. All I know is that he was one of the best men I've ever known and I am proud to call him family. He died at age 94 at home in his sleep. I know he helped make the world a better place and I am grateful that he passed peacefully.