I was 14 the autumn after my maternal grandfather died. We were all just beginning to deal with the loss of this great man who had strode like a giant through our lives. Grandma was clearing a lifetime’s worth of stuff out so she could turn the farm over to my uncle, and by November that was pretty much done. But one day, my cousin and I were out at the farm shooting some pheasants, and when we got back to the house, Grandpa told us to come in for some lunch.