When you're here, you're home.
For as long as I can remember, those were the words I would hear whenever I would visit my grandfather.
From little on up, he always made it known that I was as welcome as anyone at the home he and my grandmother so proudly shared for decades.
Once inside, he'd tell me to help myself to all the goodies inside the kitchen, from hot bolognas in the refrigerator to Golden Sun chips in the snack drawer.
To say I was like a kid in a candy store would be an understatement of mass proportions.