My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

the water gold. A young woman walking by with a beach bag offered to take our picture.

George slipped his arm around my waist before I could cover myself with the towel.

“Don’t you dare,” he whispered.

I looked at him.

At 72, his hair had thinned, his knees complained when he stood, and his hands had brown spots that looked like spilled tea.

But when he continue reading …