Pa Golden wasn’t my grandpa by blood, but he was my grandpa, nonetheless. Hard working, slow to speak and wearing thick lensed glasses that had thin metal wire ‘inserts’ to keep his eyelids raised so he could see. He was family – throughout my childhood – until he passed. He had no children or grandchildren of his own until he married my grandma, who affectionately called him ‘Babe’, then he inherited quite a herd of both! He appeared to take it all in stride including the ups, the downs and the in-betweens. Trust me, that could be a challenge at times.