Monday, December 17, 2007

A Granddaughter Goes Home

My childhood is gone, and as a woman, it is important for to face the dark spots of life. My grandmother had always been there for me, from the happy times and even during the worst times. I needed to be there for her, and deep inside I realized that she needed me as well.
A friend of mine recently visited her elderly grandmother. It is a very touching recount...