YOU can choose your friends but you sure can't choose your family.

That's probably a good thing.

I may not have picked the family I have, then I would have missed so much.

There is no-one who understands your kind of crazy than the crazies you grew up with.

My grandfather would have turned 92 yesterday.

Sadly he died just before Father's Day.

Celebrating his life at the funeral highlighted just how different a life we lead now, compared to the one he enjoyed.

Not that he wouldn't have enjoyed every minute of his life.

He fought in the war in his younger days, raised a family of six children through hard times and battled with illness in his older days.

I can't even comprehend the hardships he experienced.

Despite that, the only thing I ever heard him complain about was the football, if Geelong lost, or seeing what he considered inappropriate content on the television.

I'm glad he wasn't into Facebook. I don't even know how to explain Miley Cyrus to my kids let alone have to explain what twerking is to my grandfather.

One thing I look forward to explaining to my kids is how important family is, immediate and extended, biological or not.

My cousin spoke at the funeral about how our grandfather taught her about love.

She described how even after almost 68 years of marriage he would still light up when my grandmother walked into the room.

"His love was so deep for his little wife, so adoring, so inspiring," she said.

It wasn't just my Grandma he loved.

As my cousin also said, he had 22 grandchildren and he made every single one of us feel precious and loved.

He taught us all that it was the little things that were important.

Kicking a footy with us kids, taking us fishing, just asking how our day was, laughing with us and taking the time to show us how to smell the roses, while playing a tune or two on a gumleaf.

Just remember the next time a family member is driving you crazy, tell them how much you love them.

After all, they are your kind of crazy.