My grandfather died when I was 14 way before my little cousin was even born. When my cousin turned a year old he and his dad were playing in the basement when my cousin looked at his dad and said "The gentle giant says hello and that he misses you." My uncles looked at him and said "The gentle giant? Who is that?" My cousin then smiles and replies "He lives 6 feet under and in the sky." My grandfathers nickname was the gentle giant and to this day my cousin still talks about him.
