Those we love never truly leave us. There are things that death cannot touch.
J.K. Rowling
It’s the little things you remember most. You’d think it’s all the more grandiose things but, really, it’s the things that you never knew you’d miss.
It’s the way Dick Johnson greeted his granddaughter and I whenever we arrived at their home. The way he said “Hey gang!” followed immediately my a handshake and hug. Then came the question about whether your liver had been satiated as yet; an answer of “no” led, inevitably, to directions to the well stocked beer fridge or a vodka tonic, dirty, with a couple of olives.