I think about walking the beaches and picking up sea shells, and seeing you look at something in the sand. As i near you i see what you have found.
You pick up the object and smile at me then hand it to me. I smile and take it and take your hand as we continue to walk along the sandy beach.
As i walk down the beach I look at the sanddollar in my hand and smile at it. The light brown roughness of the sandollar atracks my attention and i turn it over looking at the design.
I smile then look up at him and thank him.
As i walk down the hall i look in my hand and see the sandollar my grandfather had found for me so many years ago.
I walk in his hospital room and walk up beside his bed. He lays there old and gray and dieing but still has the courage to smile.
I look down at my hand and hold it out showing him the sandollar. He smiles and i pass it to him.
He slowly takes it and i smile at him and say " I hope you enjoy it as much as i have".
My grandfather's face lights up for the last time and he says "Thank you".