Gus has lost two of his great grandparents over the last couple of months, and although at age three he may not remember them in detail, I know that he will carry parts of them with him throughout his entire life.  Already, Gus exhibits pieces of them that I've always admired:  the meticulousness (with specific things) that was so characteristic of his great-grandma and an aptitude for mechanics that his great-grandpa had in spades.  Another thing that reflects both of his great-grandparents' personalities is Gus' absolute delight in word-play.  After all, we're talking about the same kid, who, at age two came up with his first joke:  "hey look:  fork-lift (as he raised his eating utensil)!"

In Gus, his great-grandparents will live on, but his Mama sure will miss them terribly.