Growing up, my father was not one to show emotions. I knew I was loved and that he was always there for me, but he just wasn't the soft and squishy kind of dad - he was German and he was a "tough guy" firefighter. When we told him he was going to be a Grandpa, he cried steady tears. My son was born with many health issues which ultimately were diagnosed as a VERY rare genetic syndrome (only 300 people in the world have this) and my father, along with my mom, have been our rock throughout all of these trials. He loves that boy more than his own life, cries when reading him "How Do I Love You" and cannot go to bed at night without knowing how he did each day. He's here at least five days a week helping me to take care of my son. Never has my father seemed more strong to me as when he is holding my son or playing silly games with him.