I took my family to visit my 94 year old grandmother in Columbia, Tennessee last night and today.  After we ate (she’s still a great cook) and the kids went to bed, we stayed up looking through all her old photo albums.

In the process, I realized how little I knew about the family in which she grew up and about my grandfather’s family.  I was able to ask questions about relatives and friends of the family.

She enjoyed the opportunity to talk about her life.  I felt blessed to still have a grandmother to talk to about her life now that I’m finally old enough to care deeply about the answers she has to give.

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