The man my grandma was married to while I was growing up and living there was Bob. He was the most gentle man I have ever met. He was my first father figure. He worked in a foundry in Lafayette Colorado. He always wore this cover that went over his clothes. Like overalls but fully body. I remember walking into his to his room once while he was changing. His legs were exposed and I freaked out and went and told my mom that grandpa had legs. I had never seen him out of his work clothes. He was a hard worker. He loved my grandma even though she was a very unhappy and miserable woman. They split up around 1989. Grandpa ended up marrying another woman after that. They were married for 2 years and she died. I got in touch with him in 1993 and we talked a few times. He was living alone in an rv and very sad and lonely. The beginning of 1994 I got a call that he had committed suicide. Such a sad thing. He was such a good man and to get that news was heartbreaking.