From a reviewer: "When Molly was a baby, everyone said she took after Grandpa. She had his dimples, his curly hair and his curiosity. She gave him her first smile, and as Molly grew, she and Grandpa grew closer. He took her to parks, taught her to sail a boat, made pink lemonade for her. The liked a lot of the same things--mushed ice cream, wildflowers, walks in the woods--and disliked the same things. Grandpa once explained to Molly what happened to a butterfly that died. "He won't ever fly or move again," he told her, though it was nice to remember how he was when he was alive. Grandpa promised to take Molly sailing in a real boat the next day, but when Molly awoke, Grandpa didn't feel well. He went to the hospital, and did not get well. He got sicker. He died. In the next 12 pages, as Molly's parents told her that Grandpa died, took her to the funeral. Molly felt Grandpa's death was not fair. She could not cry. She missed him all the time. "Tears help you let out your sad feelings and then you can begin to feel better," her mother told her. Molly slowly adjusted in ways I will not reveal.