My last photo of My Maternal Grandfather, R.W., around X-mas, 1982.......Wearing a hospital nightgown, he decided to walk out of Huntsville Hospital, after being diagnosed with heart disease and terminal, metastatic prostate cancer.......on his 'walk' home, he was struck by a vehicle while rescuing a plastic ball that was being 'played with' in the street by some young boys.....and was returned to the hospital, having suffered some serious injuries.....which ended his life, shortly thereafter.......He was both my first piano teacher and the 'one' who encouraged my poesy via his circumferential story-telling that allowed 'the listener' to decide what his 'story', that evolved at his whim, was really 'about'......R.W. once built a mop factory from old ammunition crates and Industrial Revolution iron machines that he purchased from salvage yards, after he quit his job as superintendent of Ragland Cotton Mills....because he didn't approve of the Child Labor Laws...what little existed of them at that time....or the early 20th Century's Dickensonian workhouses that many young children labored within.......