Probably the only person from my family I never had the chance to meet was my beloved grandfather - Hildo Faria Queiroz - the father of my mother and six other children. He passed away when I was only two years old; sadly, my memory cannot recall that far back. The vague portrait I have of this great man stands simply upon stories my mother told me throughout the years and video footage taken by my father. I have always been fascinated by how he had the most unbelievable stories: from fighting hard during his childhood as an orphan to being accepted in the toughest Military Academy in the country, from being the chosen one to fly what would be the first jet flight in Portugal to becoming eternalized in the Air Museum in the city of Sintra. My grandfather was a legend in many ways. Although we never adequately met, his presence has always been felt around my family to this day, not through his presence but through his Brazilian heritage.