Little Red Blog

It is far from the norm, if you are regular reader you know this, for me to make a personal request here. This will be an exception.

You may not know me, and I'm sure if you are reading this that you don't know my grandfather, yet if you could... please say a prayer for him. Popaw, Harry to everyone except his grandchildren and their children, is going to undergo a very serious surgery tomorrow.

Until their passing, my mothers parents were very close to my brother and I. We weren't that close to my fathers parents, Popaw and Granny. Generally I have always felt that this was because they treated us with a firmness similar in some ways to the way they were brought up.

Years later, I had the joy, at a time when I dearly needed joy, to share a home with them. I can't express how much that time meant to me, and how much my Popaw means to me now. While he is a man of few words, like many in the greatest generation, and I'm, well much more verbose, we grew close and whether it was driving him to the VA for treatment, to bingo or just sitting listening to old country music, I am incapable of explaining the way he made me feel. And my Granny, who is always by his side...

I can only say that he or all of us are in need of your prayers.