Don is my Grandfather. But my siblings and I never called him by his name; only Papa, and when we were older, Pops. And as a grandfather, he was very nearly the archetypical ideal; but was so much more than that: he was a pillar in my life. We orbited around him and depended on him, and he gave all that he was over to his loved ones freely and in the most graceful and nurturing way imaginable. Growing up with my Pops was the single most influential and positive experiences of my life. He encouraged me and inspired me in ways that will take a lifetime to understand. Pops was an unshakable and charismatic person with a set of principals all his own, and had a deeply rooted sense of morality and fair play. At the same time, he always comported himself with the warmest and most gentle constitution. He exhibited acts of devout selflessness one only sees in heroes. An uncommon patience and kindness was a constant virtue of his. Pops was a country boy and a crack shot with a rifle. He loved southern cooking, particularly my Grandma's. He taught me everything from how to catch just about every kind of fish and on what bait at just about any time of day, to a small lexicon of depression-era slang, now lost to time. He was the family documentarian, seemingly always in the back with the camera or the camcorder, capturing every little moment, while others talked, laughed and played. And him looking over it all over, proud, happy. That was him. That was Pops. I will remember his council, his robust sense of humor, all his words of encouragement and congratulations. I'm so lucky to have had known him, and enjoyed him all these years. The memories we shared will accompany me through life and perhaps beyond. To my siblings and I, Pops was a universe unto himself. And now, I ready myself to face a life without him. I owe the finest memories of my young life to him, which I will keep with me, faithfully, and for the rest of my days. As impossible as it seems, now we must part. With enduring love, he will be greatly missed. Goodbye, Pops. Marshall McCorcle.