Sunday, February 10, 2013


I remember having a love for my Grandmother that I still can't explain.  I only visited her one time a year and only for a few days.  She was crippled from arthritis and was unable to get out of her chair to walk and play.  The only activity she was able to do with me was talk.  She told me stories of her childhood and she told me about my mother's childhood.  She gave me advice and talked to me about Jesus. 
All those conversations still are with me even though she has been gone for almost forty years.
I hope that my grandson will remember me with loving memories when he is my age.
Here is to you Grandma Campbell, Holstead.

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