If you know me, you know that my grandparents were my life. Sadly, in 1999 I lost the both of them, but they are still with me spiritually and for that I'm grateful.
My grandfather was a patrolman for the Chicago Police Department for over 20 years and upon his retirement decided to become a farmer/gardner in Wisconsin. "No Man's Land" However, this is what kept him happy, until his diagnosis of Lung Cancer. Through all the ups and downs, he never quit and not once did he ever stop loving his family! I am proud of you grandpa and thank you for all life's lessons you taught me!
My grandmother was a workaholic who would come home saying "I'm tiiiired!" (in her Southern drawl) and "My feet hurt!" (We still laugh about these expressions in her honor.) My grandmother also was an angel who took such good care of my grandfather when was diagnosed with the cancer, even retiring herself so she would be able to do that task. That's love! What an ironic fate that she would pass away first from a brain aneurysm. I am proud of you grandma and thank you for all life's lessons you taught me!
"When you're weary, feeling small, when tears are in your eyes, I'll dry them all. I'm on your side, oh, when times get rough and friends just can't be found, like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down." (A special song shared between my grandparents and I.)