My grandfather, Henry -- who I called Hankie Pankie and who Henry is named after - was one of my favorite people on earth. I was difficult child....or so my mom told me... a LOT....and my Grandpa always had my back and always believed in me. I knew he thought the world of me and that was a strength that I carried through difficult moves, tough friends, and everything else. He was my touchstone. At the beach my mom brought boxes my grandmother had kept. She kept EVERY SINGLE LETTER I ever sent them. Every one. I found this gem....and proceeded to cry for 30 minutes. How wonderful to have this support and love from my grandfather....the gift of having someone who loved you for exactly who you are.