Every January I Sent My Son-in-Law $40,000 for My Granddaughter. Then She Whispered, ‘Grandpa, Follow Dad.’
“Can I hang this in the store?”
“You can make a copy,” she said sternly.
“The original stays in my room.”
“Fair enough.”
She ate a spoonful of ice cream and became thoughtful.
“Grandpa, are you still sad about Mom?”
I considered telling her no.
It would have been easy, and perhaps she would have liked that answer.