The GloveIt was during a March evening in 2002 that I received word that my grandfather was dying. I drove the four and a half hours to Ironwood, Michigan in a snowstorm to say goodbye. I was able to see my grandpa and he was able to recognize me and acknowledge that I was there.The next morning, he was gone. The doctors said that they were not sure how he had survived for so long. He had many...
