Some days it really is difficult to believe that all of my grandparents are gone. If I want to see them, luckily they are all right beside each other in the Marion National Cemetery. Sometimes whe. I am driving home to my parents house, I will take a quick detour and drive by just to wave. I imagine exactly what each one would say to me, how they would be acting, what they felt about me, and what they taught me.
My grandparents we from very different worlds. The Condry's were from the south. Grandpa was from a hardworking family in Arkansas that had a porch band. Grandma was from an abusive family that was often called evil. She grew up in Kentucky. The Sarjeant's were extremely different. Grandpa grew up in Michigan and was a Baptist minister, while grandma was born and raised in China as a missionary.
Each memory and lesson is unique. I guess you just have to understand the source.
You never know what is in someone else's heart. What makes you a better person, others may find bad. You need to be true to your heart.
True love lasts forever. If it can survive shock treatments and padded rooms, it is real.
Eat bacon everyday. You will live forever.
Quilts are sewn with love.
Love can be learned. Even if you weren't loved before, that doesn't mean your heart can't let it in.
Toilet bowl cleaner doesn't clean carpets.
Always wear Perfume.
Pounding things gets things done.
Nothing should interrupt a good meal. Not even a stroke.
Love at first sight is real.
Solitaire is a devil's game only if you are a child.
It is possible to have a rule for everything.
You are never to old for chocolate and back rubs.
A girl's first love is always her dad.
Stubbornness runs in the family.
You can never have too many peanut butter jars.
Bless the ones who came before us and made our lives crazy and funny.