My grandfather was very dear to my heart, and when he passed it was very difficult for my family, especially for myself. One of my strongest memories of him were the candies he ate, Werther's Original. Whether they were a few stragglers floating around in his pocket, or handfuls of tiny golden treasures tightly packed in an elegant crystal container within his apartment, he always had them in his possession. With each visit we had with him, my brother and I would eat them, one after the other until we felt sick. To this day the taste, the smell, it all resonates with me and the special memories I held with him. One after the other, I eat them. Trying to remember, one after the other until I feel sick.