Both of my grandfathers are the strong but silent type. One is from the modern-day capital of North Korea before the 38th parallel was drawn. The other has roots in the deep South of the Korean peninsula. Neither are talkers.
Dad was a visionary. He delighted in following and building upon his dreams. He loved a challenge. For instance, he might look at a piece of scrap and see a car. Michelangelo seemed to do that with marble.
Aunt Theresa may not have appeared very pretty on the outside, but to this day I've never met a more beautiful person on the inside. Kat is the love of my life, but Aunt Theresa will always be my special Valentine.