When my father’s first grandchild (my oldest) was two she was at the bottom of his staircase listening to him yelling in his way
Where are my socks? Has anyone seen my socks? Judy, where on earth are my socks?
And she looked up at him with the face of an angel and said BOSS! She did what he has always done.
She gave a nickname, and a very apt one, to someone she loved.
And everyone after that-everyone of all ages, his wife, his friends, our friends, his children, subsequent grandchildren, doctors and nurses- all call him that.
And he was BOSS until his end, October 30, 2013.
And he is no doubt BOSS where he has gone to now, as well. I needed to tell her by phone that he had gone. It was hard. Afterwards, I sent in the troops. Click here for a little tenderness.