I had a wonderful Grandfather growing up. He had handsome snow-white hair, big, bushy, white eyebrows, and clear sky blue eyes. And thanks to a workplace accident and a blood clotting disorder, he had only one leg. He lost the leg when my mother was pregnant with me and they told him he probably wouldn't live to see me born. He died in 1990 when I was eighteen and a half years old. Nurses Announcements Archive Article