I lost my granny two weeks back and it took me back to that vulnerable state when my Dat (Grandfather) passed two years prior. I love my grandparents. Maternal and Paternal. They are prominent fixtures in my life. Took care of me, took me places I never thought I would go, and spoil me, of course. This article is dedicated to Floyd Wyatt and Minnie Gilmore, my two Southern Spitfires...I miss you, ya'll so much.

The textbook definition of the word grandparent is a parent of one's father or mother. I believe the real definition of a grandparent should be a descent of the Greek philosopher, Socrates for the endless wisdom that grandparents give. They might not be your first teacher (like your parents), but they are more like the PRINCIPAL. The real boss of the organization of your family. They enhance your morals, they teach you about your history, and they make you laugh about the generational difference between ya'll. I could go on and on, but the most important thing: Always love and spend time with them.

It is a blessing to have grandparents, but it's also sad that you could lose them so soon. We forget that they are older and their bodies are slowly breaking down as the years go by. Even if they are the strongest people we have ever known, we must accept God's (or whoever you praise to) plan to bring them home when the time comes. I am learning this now. I thought my Dat and Granny were going to live to see my college graduation, my wedding, or my future children. Now, I got to understand that they are watching...just from another seat.

I can't dwell on who's not here, but continue to love who is. My mama (grandmother), Barbara Wyatt and Bennie Gilmore. I love ya'll.