I wondered what my grandfather would have said, as I reached for the radio dial, if he had known how his words would spread like wildflowers on a fertile field. So many hearts hungry for someone to care, to believe, to share faith in them, to know that they too mattered. If he hadn’t said those words, every time we said hello and good bye, if they hadn’t imprinted so deep in heart and memory, what would have filled their absence?