I think this is a rather difficult question for me to answer without getting too emotional. But... Yosh!
My grandmother. I actually have a sleeve (tattoo) in dedication to her, it takes up the majority of my left arm. She passed away when I was around 17-18 years old. My grandmother was nothing short of saintly, and was probably my best friend. When I was a kid, she use to always call me her "soul mate." She was incredibly soft spoken, and incredibly patient with me when it came to my struggles. She never once judged me and could listen better than anyone I have ever met. I admired her for her patience and kindness. She suffered from thyroid cancer when she was 18, overcame incredible obstacles, had 3 children, raised her family and then her grandchildren, and even though she couldn't even eat food orally, she never once complained at family dinners. She would sit at the head of the table and listen to us all as we ate. She was such an amazing woman.
My grandfather. He was somewhat of my father figure. Before moving out of town two years ago, I spent every day taking care of him as he has Huntington's disease. Even now, that's not how I see him. I see him as this grumpy old man, who worked 3 jobs, built me a dollhouse out of scrap wood, shared ice cream cones with me, promised to buy me a white horse and let me be his assistant when he worked in the garage. Despite his disease, I see him as this super man. I love him to pieces, and even though he has trouble remembering my name, I know he still loves me more than any other man in the world could love me.
@Davis - who is probably going to think this is embarrassing as hell because, despite his internet douchery, is actually quite the softie. He is probably my best friend and every day I'm incredibly thankful that I had the honor to be graced by his presence. He would often sacrifice many nights of sleep (being 5 hours ahead of me) just to listen to me when I was upset or overly anxious. He would just let me talk, and then give me honest advice and endless support. And to cheer me up every morning, he would send me stupid little "random facts of the day." To this day, I'm not sure if it was a reason to talk to me some more, or if it was an honest effort to get my mind off things, but I still laugh about it and I'm incredibly grateful. He is nothing short of a gentleman, and I admire him for so many reasons. He is incredibly blunt- which, sounds like it may be a bad thing, but there's nothing I respect more than honesty. He is patient as hell. No, seriously. Like, it's almost inhuman how patient he is with me and my crap. He must have nerves of steel. Most importantly, he is kind. He never gives up in helping me figure my shit out. I admire him a whole lot.
Lastly, just about every one else here. I feel like I learn a lot from everyone here. Whether it's social skills, facts... I feel like everyone here is my family. There's so many of you who are immensely talented. And I'm so proud I get to moderate here.