Hey people do you have somebody that care for you but really don’t see to much of them because they was your parents mother and father,He took another whiff of the bouquet and said,”Mmmm, love that smell.” Then David handed him his homemade card. Grandpa held it steady. His eyes twinkled,”Why, it’s beautiful, David.”

He rubbed his finger over the crayoned picture of the dog.Grandpa was touched by his grandson’s artistic talent and thoughtfulness. His canvasback looked liked the one they had carved together, complete with feather detail and nostrils. Then he opened the card read the special message.

“Homemade cards are my favorite,David This one’s a keeper. I think we’ll be makin’ a few more ducks together again. We’ll get around all that sawdust, son,” he said softly. Grandpa pulled open his night table drawer and reached inside for his permanent black marker.On top of the table was David’s decoy. “Remember,”Grandpa reminded him,”An artist always signs his work.”

David gently took the marker from his grandfather’s frail but steady hand and signed his name on the bottom of the decoy. Then he signed his name on the canvasback on the front of the card. David gave Grandpa a tight hug. Grandpa’s rough whiskers rubbed against David’s tender cheek, but David didn’t mind. ?He was happy now that he knew his Grandpa was going to be getting better.

His card cheered him up. David could see that faint gleam in Grandpa’s blue eyes. Esther came in to check on things. She twisted the window blinds open and said,” Gotta have a little light for those daffodils.”She winked at Grandpa, “I’ll get a Mason jar from under the sink.”