"I suppose. Though, it was a bit nice that my friend Natalie joined around the same time I did. Obviously I wished she had lived, but it was nice to have a familiar face." Hearing Chris ask about his grandfather, Leo found himself smiling again. No matter how long ago it was, Leo would always love his parents. He still had a picture of them that he kept around.
"He was a tough, loveable old bastard," he said with a laugh. "He was strict when I got out of line, and a real money pincher given the times. But he loved mother and me. He taught me how to play baseball and we would listen to the games on the radio when I was a kid. And he always made sure I had enough to eat, no matter how many long hours he had to put in at the factory."
Leo paused to take another drink of his coffee. "Father always kept telling me that people shouldn't be suffering in this world. That life was too short and was meant to be enjoyed. Sometimes when we were out, a person wearing one of those signs you see in the old photos, 'Will work for food' came up to us, shifting all embarrassed like and mumbled if he could have a few cents for food for his family. Father gave him a dollar. The man just started crying and hugged him, said 'God bless you sir and your family' and ran off to the general store."
The whitelighter smiled. That was one of his favorite memories of his father. Being so selfless to help complete strangers.