Everett Lee loved his Grandfather more than almost anything with the exception of maybe basketball. Everett would draw and paint for his Grandparents. He was a very good artist. And when his Grandfather started woodworking, there was Everett right beside him, doing wood projects too. They were indeed a team. You hardly ever saw one with out the other. When his Grandfather passed away, it took a toll on Everett and he was never the same after that. He became more distant and aloof and the illness gain more of a hold on him at that point.