Here are some photos of my Nana and Papaw John. I cannot put my hands on my photos of my Mamie, Grandma and Grandad and Grandmama and Grandaddy but I certainly will when I find them. I cannot imagine my life without my grandparents. I truly cannot. All but my Grandmama have passed.

Please visit my post from August on Grandparents Day and its origin.

I was her “Sweet Little Red-Haired Angel.”

We were in Jamaica and she’d lost more weight because of her treatments and she kept wearing MY umbros and MY t-shirts. When you’re 15 years old, this is not a good thing. I miss her so much. ❤