I loved my granny. I think she was the first person to let me know it was okay to be different.
It was Granddaddy for me—unconditional love and support regardless of what was going on in life, an assurance things weren’t always my fault, and a willingness to be patient with me both in teaching me and in just listening. To find some who listens from a place of love is a miracle worth celebrating and passing along to others.
