Violin in C Sharp

 My grandfather (who I called Papper) passed in late October of 1995, but it's always this day every year, December 7th, that I miss him most.  You see, Papper was a survivor of the attack on Pearl Harbor.  He was serving in the Navy at the time, but he never talked about it - never mentioned that he was there.  In fact, when we planned our spring break family vacation to Hawaii in 1989 (I was 10 years old at the time), we planned a visit to the Arizona memorial not knowing that it might be an emotionally difficult destination for Papper to visit. So, on a hot and humid spring day, I boarded the ferry boat like any other tourist ready to head out to yet another boring monument that my history teacher mother somehow thought was important (with age I have come to appreciate all the historical places she dragged me to, but at the time I just wanted to go swimming in the ocean).  Huffy and annoyed, I went to sit near my Grandfather.  He had chosen a seat near t...