“Grandpa?” he asked softly.

“Yes, my little buddy?” I responded.

“Are you feeling really happy now?” he asked, looking up at me.

I looked over at my wonderful daughter, then down at my brave grandson, and finally at Margaret’s peaceful grave.

I let out a deep, genuine smile from the bottom of my heart.

“Yes, Leo, I am truly happy now.”

And for the very first time in eleven long, painful years, I meant those words with every fiber of my being.

THE END.