Being there

Childhood memories, which often seem whimsical at times, become the bones of a man's character when he grows up.

Chocolate Dilly bars became life lines for a sad little toddler who just lost his dad and then his mother for a whole long summer.

Watermelon as big as your head was eaten on an old wooden picnic table wearing just his underwear.

These and other stories were shared again and again and again. Memories tucked away for future days still to come.

A strong little woman who could do anything she had to taught her grandson he could do the same.

She was there to hold that tiny hand when he needed her most and he was there to hold hers as she took her last breath.