The day I graduated from high school, my grandfather was sick. There was debate as to whether or not my grandparents would be able to attend this momentous occasion in a young person’s life.
But I knew “BeBoss,” as his grandchildren affectionately called him, and I knew he would be there.
“I knowed ol’ P.Q. when she didn’t have a louse on her,” he would say of his youngest grandchild.