“Why are you wearing that, Grandpa?” The little girl pointed to the golden squirrel pinned to my shirt.
“I wear it in memory of Matty,” I replied.
“I’ll never forget Matty,” she said.
“To honor Matty’s memory then,” I told her. Matty had loved squirrels and the color yellow. What was more appropriate than a golden squirrel pin?
“Matty was the best partner ever,” she said. “It’s just too quiet around here without Matty.”