Once a year we have a date with football. We have a tradition to watch the Super Bowl. We enjoy finger food and we are swept into a great American past time with millions of others. Yesterday was fun as I challenged the boys in my life and I picked the opposing team, the Green Bay Packers. In the midst of a carefree Sunday there was a Doritos commercial that Daniel and I took notice to. It was funny and sad for us at the same time. A young man was eating Doritos at his friend's house and crumbs went all over the floor. He began to clean with a fury and accidentally he dropped the urn that his friend had on the mantle of his grandfather's ashes . The look of panic is all over his face, and when the door opens and his friend walks in, the grandfather is alive again. Daniel's reaction was " I miss Saba". Saba is grandpa in Hebrew. "Me too" my voice trailed with sadness. "I wish we had Saba's ashes and a bag of Doritos." Daniel said. We laughed at that point because he knows that a bag of Doritos won't bring Saba back. We laughed about it this morning again. I felt happy that he still remembers Saba. I felt relieved that I didn't fall apart and cry. I felt like the commercial, helped us laugh about our loss for the first time.