The image of my grandpa sitting at his rickety kitchen table crying because of me will haunt me for the rest of my life.

There were always cans of it stocked in their refrigerator, in a plastic container shoved way in the back on the lower shelf.

I tried to be happy as we waited to meet you, but I worried just how the world would greet you.

Those old school light bulbs that would burn you if you touched them are still with me.

Looking down at the dead animal, he felt alone, and the adrenaline of the moment was beginning to fade.

Hayes could feel a shift. Adulthood was looming, and he knew their backgrounds would soon play a larger role in what came next.

His passion for collecting historic Tulsa and Oklahoma items was one-of-a-kind, and his friendly smile was the light in every room.

Oh, how I love you, harvest moon, and all that you help me remember.

He cried. I cried. I hugged him and held onto his little body with everything I had.

Every farmhouse has a kitchen radio, even if your home sits on wheels.