Great Grandpa

Alden has only one great-grandpa.  Paul Bechard,   a wonderful, loving grandfather to me.  I have so many memories of him:  correcting my "Can I..." to "May I..."  I think he told me at least five times that the early colonists thought that tomatoes were poisonous.  You couldn't beat this man at scrabble, his vocabulary was immense, and he could spell everything too.  He was fierce at Crossword puzzles too.  He loved to have his mind active and challenged.  These memories I have of him make it especially difficult to reconcile the fact that dementia has claimed his memories.
I love him very much, and was very excited to see him again and introduce Alden to him.

Grandpa loves babies and was always impressed with little boys as he did not have any of his own. Alden is great-grandson #2 (now there are 3!).  Grandpa was able to touch Alden's smooth skin and talk to him - I was hoping some of his French would come out, but it didn't.

These are my beautiful grandparents.  So much love in these two.  Grandpa doesn't remember much, but he remembers her.  At random times during our visit, he would reach out for her to touch her and hold her hand.  Didn't matter of someone was in-between or not, his hand would find her.  For her part, Grandma had her hair done and I watched her put on fresh make-up before going to over to see Grandpa this weekend.  

She has loved this man for better and for worse, in sickness and in health.

 If ever there was a picture of love, this would be it.