
My grandparents were married forever. They were hard working good people. The kind of people that the world needs more of. My grandma was proud that her family was large. She was 6'2" and she loved being tall. I don't know how tall my grandfather was, but he wasn't tall. My whole life I only knew him with half of his right arm. That never stopped him from doing everything. He teased us, he was so fun to be around. My grandmother made jewelry with us and we helped her with her garden. She was the best cook in the world. They had a little trailer in
Tabiona up on the mountain. We went there for so many family vacations. It was so great to be with our extended family. We slept out on the redwood deck, made homemade ice cream and hiked everywhere.
The most special thing about my grandparents was their love. My grandmother at the end of her life had to be placed in a rest home. She had Dementia she forgot everything and everyone. It was really hard to see such a strong woman in that position. My grandpa visited her everyday and tucked her in at night. She was in the rest home about 5 years I think. My grandfather became ill and he passed away. About one week later my grandma passed away. I believe she was ready to go, but she waited 5 years for him. I believe also that he came and got her when it was time. I am thankful for everything they were to me. What a great example of what we all deserve, to be loved.