My grandfather (dad's side) passed away a year after I left Nepal. He had come to see me off at the airport. He kind of knew that that it might be the last time he'd ever see me. He was crying his eyes out . Someone had to drive him back to the house. I was very sad already. Like someone else said, he used to get up really early in the morning and wake everyone up. I still remember very strongly the smell of Hookah coming out of his room. These days in the cities they have Hookah bar where hipster goes and chill out. My grandfather was already a hipster back then.