When I was about 10, I was at my grandfather's house shortly after his wife, my step-grandma, died.

I passed by his bedroom when I walked to the bathroom, and as I looked down the hall, I saw her sitting on his bed. I was stunned, so I turned around and got my eight-year-old little brother.

As calmly as I could, I said, Peek your head into the hallway and tell me who is sitting on Grandpa's bed.

He leaned into the hall, looked, answered Grandma, and returned to playing.

I’ll never forget that.