I made Rigatoni for dinner tonight. The simple act of making Rigatoni really makes me miss my Grandpa. He always made Rigatoni. If my memory serves me correct, he made it pretty much every time we visited him or when he came to our house. He canned (well in a jar) his own sauce and it was good. I don't think my canned Hunt's sauce is as good as his was, but it just made me remember him and reflect on him. Oddly enough, the anniversary of his death was just a few days ago. I love you Grandpa and always will miss you!