My Grandpa's refrigerator was a collage of pictures of his grandchildren
clipped from the newspaper, magazines and calendars.
I miss my Grandpa. When my jaw hurt from having my wisdom tooth extracted so that I could hardly talk or eat, I wished he were here to bring me a treat to make me feel better. I remember lying on the bathroom rug near the toilet suffering with the flu. Grandpa brought me a purple jaw breaker. I couldn't eat it then, but I looked at it until a day or two later when my stomach settled. When I finally licked the candy I didn't like the taste. But Grandpa's treats didn't have to taste good to make me feel better. Giving was how Grandpa expressed his love. Today my jaw doesn't hurt and I don't have the flu, but I wish Grandpa were here to give me a treat to make me feel better.