We had the memorial service/celebration of life for a very near and dear member of my church today. I just called him "Grandpa." So did about half of my church. No, we aren't really related, but since I never knew my biological grandpas, I've always said he was the closest I had. He was already ready with a smile and a hug, and Sundays just weren't the same (and won't be the same) without a Grandpa hug. Grandpa, I'll see you again one day. Then we'll finally resolve our accumulating "hug debt."