My Great-Grandfather died of Lung Cancer very young.
My Mother’s most prominent memories of him is sharing an orange soda with him in the hospital when she was four, and also seeing him sitting in his leather recliner in his living room.
Although I never knew him, my family is always (or almost always) ready for a story, and stories live on forever, even if our loved ones don’t. The best thing you can do for someone, is to remember the good times, and the bad times. Share them with others, so they too, can remember, and share those stories with others.
And someday have stories of their own to leave.

p=. _*I can only imagine….*_