Saw him perform live locally in the '70s, front row seat...walked up to the stage after his concert and he was greeting folks and handing out monogrammed guitar picks. I got to shake his hand and he gave me a pick.
He wasn't a great guitarist, even admitted he never learned how to play chords...but he was the consummate showman and an expressive communicator, spreading his love of the blues worldwide to countless audiences for many years.
He loved his women, he loved his blues, and most of all he loved life. There will never be another and he'll be sorely missed.
edit: Just saw the post above about Lucille...there have been many versions of his guitar over the years, some will probably go to his children far and wide and some will end up with collectors or in museums.