Grandmas and Grandsons, part 2
It’s an honor to preside at someone’s funeral, and one I’ve never taken lightly as a pastor.
And when grandsons stand up front and talk about their grandmas at funerals, I’m usually a goner. Probably because of my own two grandmas.
Especially the one who lived not far from us.
She always listened to me. I could tell her anything. ANYthing. Stuff I’d never want my parents to have known.
And she never got mad about that stuff. Never yelled at me. Never.
A couple of times she reached over and held my hand.
And we just sat there.
With each other.
Holding hands.
And I knew. I knew.
Grandmas and grandsons. Good stuff.
joescheets 
Grandmas and granddaughters works too. I was pleased and surprised at the memories and emotion my daughters and nieces shared at the passing of my mother, their grandma.
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No doubt! Thank you for this, Debbie
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Oh, yes!!! I get it. My grandma. so much love.
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What Debbie said!
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