- The hole in the hedge that I found to shorten the distance to play with Chrissy and Cindy next door that quickly remained trimmed and open
- how he said that we just couldn't go that long without being with me if he hadn't seen me for a week
- The two wooden swings he built for my trees at his house and how he's hold my hand and pull back and then let go and send me flying on the half moon rope swing on the walnut tree
- sitting on the back porch on hot summer nights, the big box fan blowing and the bug zapper zapping to listen to stories of him and his brothers, the trolley they used to ride to Harrisburg to get models that were 15 cents and glue that was 10 cents (or something like that)
He was my best friend. "Who's the bestest, Grandma?", he'd say every night. And she'd reply, "That's our baby." Brian says that he now knows why I never lack self-confidence, haha.