Carol's Code
After my Grandma died, my grandfather used to tell me if he could depend on anyone it'd always be himself. He was a stoic old-man, and while he trusted his kids to make good decisions for their own lives, he couldn't imagine anyone making a better decision than he could- I admired him. His rugged attitude was only soothed by my grandmother's grace. She was magical, almost fairylike, and wherever she fluttered about there was a glimmer in my grandfather's eyes that said, "I love you", as he watched her.
