My Grandma Shirley died this week.
We attended her funeral.
She died at age 91 years old.
She had Alzheimers towards the end.
I loved playing Skip-bo with her, seeing her Precious Moments she collected, and seeing the puzzles they worked on.
I felt so loved by her and loved her cheery personality and demeanor.
My Grandpa is 97 years old and still alive.
He is now a widower for the 3rd time.
My Grandpa Max is a great example to me.
Despite losing 3 wives and going through a surgery and a fall in the last year, he still carries on and goes forward.
I'm grateful for the examples of my grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles.
I have a great heritage I look up too.