From Denise:

My dad died of complications from alcohol when I was 24. We were very close and I was devastased by the loss for years.

At 34, my 4 yr. old son and I were in a 7-11 at the counter. My son said, "look what the nice man gave me Mommy?" and he had a candy bar in his hand. I was getting ready to tell him he needed to give it back and looked at the nice man.

When I looked at the man, he was clearly a man of drink and smiling but the cold hard truth was this mans eyes were my dad's. I can't describe it but it was my dad's eyes and no ones else's. He smiled and I smiled back and said thank you. I paid for my purchase and noticed the man lingering at the door as if waiting for us. He left out the door and walked away. As we got in the car I saw him turn the corner of the building and turn back and smile at me. I smiled back. Then I sat in the car and bawled like a baby telling my son I had a headache or something. But in my heart I definitely know that was my Dad giving his only grandchild who he never got to know, a candy bar.