he strange thing about my father was during his whole life I only ever remember him being upset once. I am sure he had more days when he was upset but he never showed it, at least not to me. He was the strong, silent type who nothing ever touched… at least not on the surface. Underneath maybe things were different. The only time I ever remember him being upset was when his mother died, my paternal grandmother. I had hardly seen him for a few weeks because he stayed more or less all his non-working hours at the hospital with his mom. She had cancer, so we all knew she was dying but I don’t think Dad accepted it. On the day she died she joked with my dad that if she possibly could, she would send him a sign from beyond the grave to let him know she was looking over him… and so she did.