and yet as i seek to be a complete man , i would repudiate manhood altogether if i could , for just one moment , hug my grandparents the way the i of yesteryear did long ago , in that time , as a child , of believing that love in the presence of those one loves will last forever , a happiness that quickly disperses when truth is known of how temporary it all is and how people slip out of ones grasp like sand in his palms no matter how tight the grasp .