Tonight my grandfather Robert Beer died. There is cause for sadness, but I rejoice in having lived almost 28 years with my grandfather prominently in my life. I think about a man who raised five kids and lived to see them to their middle age, who was surrounded by grandchildren now as old as 40 and as young and 17. I think of the man who took me swimming every summer, who kicked around a soccer ball with me, who came down to Virginia every summer to go on an all-boys baseball trip - myself, my dad, my two brothers, and him to Camden Yards. I think of the man who lit up when I told him I was a Republican, who couldn't wait to hear about last year's convention in Richmond and all the work I had been doing, He and my grandmother were both active Republicans in local politics in Monroe County, NY. I think about the man who just a few months ago I was talking about the World Series (he was pulling for Boston to get in).