God gave me the two greatest grandfathers. In the world. I miss my dad's father terribly.
I love my mom's father very much, and am so glad I still have him in my life.
I call him Tati.
I honestly don't know how to describe him, but I'm going to try. If no one else cares, at the very least I'll come back and read this some day...

He's not warm, or touchy-feely, or nurturing, or open. Nope. Tati's more the tough-love type. He's probably the only tough-love family member I can think of. My grandma (Mamita) says that she came from a well-off family, and that she married for love. Me entiendes? She had money; he did not. But they were happy together, raising my mom in Caibari