I will never forget how important and pleasurable it was to walk with my Grandfather.
We would walk for at least an hour, sometimes for two, always at a brisk pace ... the ideas that would come to my mind!! Grandad would listen to me; I never had to worry about how crazy the idea was. When I recall that time, is it clear to me why I love him: it is because he never put up barriers to me in any way.
He listened well, he told me what he thought, and never expected me to think his way.
What a fine human he is!
Grandad lived into his 97th year, passing away in 2006.