I took 2 grandsons to our local boys hockey game tonight.  My granddaughter was working at it and we were having a sleepover anyway so it was logical to go.  It was a good game, home team won, hurray!  But someone was so evidently missing from the seat beside me.  Oh how it hurts to be doing these things without him.  The grandsons should have had their Papa there cheering as loudly as they were or as he was prone to do, cheering for the opposing team just to get a rise out of them.  I know the kids are happy I am able to do stuff with them, but it will never be as good as it was before.  Just another place with an empty seat in our lives.  It STINKS!