I remember when I was about 9, I gave Grandpa a Birthday gift… It was a book that he was supposed to fill out all about him; His child-hood, his memories, times he got in trouble, etc. I didn’t think much of it then. I just thought “Oh, that’s neat, it’s a thing for a Grandpa. I gave it to him… he loved it. About a year, year and a half maybe, I came back to their house, he said “I want you to take this” he hands me the book,” I finally finished it and I want you to take it and always have it, and read it, to know all about my childhood, and all about what I love and want, I love you very much Esther”. At that moment I was so interested on how he finished, page after page shoved with information, beautiful cursive writing with side comments and smiley faces. I turned and looked him in the eyes with a soft breath I whispered “I love you too Grandpa