He had a face that some would say only a mother could love. Long scruffy hair and great ears that old Indians seem to grow later in life. His mouth ran from ear to ear and his nose was sufficient. What a homely face - and why was it so sad? It makes a person wonder what thing happened to bring the tears that seem imminent. He say quietly as thought waiting for time to pass and for things to get better. But three small ones came running and shouting, "Grandfather!" Their bony knees and elbows took him over totally and there was nothing left but joy. Shoulders straightened, eyes twinkled, lips revealed strong white teeth, and happiness took away the years. And so it is with love - the miracle of love.