I don’t know why I got to be one of the lucky people born into a family of love, but I was.
I recently spent time with my two living grandparents. My paternal granddaddy is 89, and my maternal grandma is 85. They are members of “the Greatest Generation.” Both have experienced poverty firsthand, living through the Great Depression. They have lived and served during times of war and have faced head-on domestic violence, substance abuse, divorce, mental illness, chronic illness and the death of spouses. Issues that tear many people down somehow made these two better.