I often wonder about Sabra Jahn. Did I make a difference?
He took her hands and gently danced around the living room. Smiling – he held her close and smelled a hint of carrot cake in her hair. Thirty-eight years of marriage, and he treated her like they were newlyweds on their honeymoon. That was the way he treated her. Every day he found new ways … Continue reading A Lesson from My Grandfather