The Rest Of The Story - It's all she wrote . . .

So Pop-Pop went back to the nursing home. First, they took his money. Second, they took his wallet. Third . . . they took his dignity. And finally, they took his smile, the color from his cheeks and the twinkle in his eyes. What are we to do?!

I understand that every day he looks at a picture we took, Pop-Pop and the kids eating ice cream at an old fashion ice cream stand. The stand owns the cows that supply the milk for the ice cream. They also have goats that you can feed. He looks at the picture and smiles. He sees himself happy and strong and loved. He doesn't say anything, just smiles. Hopefully, for that moment he can taste the butter pecan ice cream and feel the sun and wind on his face and more importantly, feel the love . . . .

. . . .that's what we do, we look at his picture and feel the love. . . . . .