Tomorrow will be 12 years since my Grandpa Cavanaugh, one of my favorite people in the world, passed away. Some fond memories of him include him dancing every morning to swing/jazz music, him humming a tune wherever he went, whenever he wanted, and him telling me that I would be the one to change my own life. He really believed in me. I think that has always made me want to accomplish more than I had to, I never wanted to let him down.