My Grandparents

When I was young, I cherished my grandparents.  I thought the sun rose and set in both sets of my parents parents.  I was lucky I felt, some of my friends didn't have grandparents, they had passed away already, some even before they were born.  I always thought my grandmothers were the greatest, they could cook so good and they were always baking something, cakes, cookies, candy.  My Father's parents were different from my Mother's Parent's.  My mother's parents lived in the city and were more citified, and my Father's parents lived in the country and lived a country life, which I loved.  My dad's parents were grandma and grandpa Richardson and they were very down to earth and lived very simple lives.  They knew alot about nature and growing things.  They raised chickens and ducks and grew beautiful gardens of vegetables and flowers.  They had an outside dog named Tip and an inside dog named Fifi.  I loved those dogs, Tip was one of my best friends growing up, he watched over me like a hawk.  I never knew what it was like not to have my grandparents around, until I was an adult and one by one they left this world for a far better place.  Except one, my mom's mother.  She is now 93 years old and by far the most spirited family Matriarch I have ever known.  She is a wonderful example of human kindness and charity.  She loves life and always has, and life loves her back.  She has 3 children, 12 grandchildren, 15 great-grandchildren and 12 great-great grandchildren.  What a wonderful life she has had.  Some people don't have the privilege of having their grandparents into their teens, and here I am at 54 and still have my grandmother.  Thank you Lord for her wisdom, her kindness, her love, her compassion and her humanity...she has been the most wonderful of examples for my life.