I'm like a surrogate grandmother to him. He's like one of my grandchildren.

He was just always so concerned about if I was having a good time.

His dad comes over. They're here a lot, they cookout and stuff. They always bring me food.

He'll come over and take my trash can out for me. He's just a really good, polite, nice boy.

Last year, I said this is going to be a season to tell our grandchildren about, but this one was worse.

One detail could be the link that puts all the pieces together,