My grandpa was a very hard, born and raised in the backwoods of the ozark kind of man. He never showed emotion and didn't like anybody. Would sooner whoop your ass than give you a hug. However, he was never cruel to my sister and I. My dad would always joke and say we were the only two people on the planet my grandpa liked.  When he got sick with lung cancer, he turned pretty non compliant and would get verbally and sometimes physically aggressive with anyone who would try to get him back in his hospital bed. Because of this, and my sister and I being fairly young, we weren't allowed to visit him. So, when he started becoming more frail and weak, my mom decided it was time for us to be allowed to come say goodbye. The last thing this big, tough, and emotionless man did was pull my sister and I into a big hug and held us for several minutes repeating that he loved us. This was the first and last time anyone in the family had ever heard my grandpa say the word love.