What Death Cannot Steal
If you have spent any amount of time with me, there is a good chance I have told you about my grandparents. Unlike grandparents today, my grandparents did not have cutesy names. They were Papaw and Granny. My Papaw was 69 years old when I was born. He was born in 1909 and was raised during the great depression. He served in the Army during WWII, and then came home and married my Granny. He worked as a surveyor for a time, and he was a farmer. Most of his farming days were done by the time I was [...]