It's getting close to Christmas, always a time to remember Grandparents. I wish my first holiday memories were of happy childhood times but the first thing that comes to mind when I think about Grandpa is the emotional support he offered after the death of my husband. My husband died December 9, 1977. Grandpa and Marie held my hand through the entire grieving process. They were the only relatives to visit on a regular basis after the funeral. We'd have coffee and they would tell me about their lives. They were so good to me and my little boy, Jack, Jr. Looking back, I don't know how I would have faired without their emotional support. What a beautiful gift, better than any wrapped package under a lighted tree.