Bob and Helen.

When I was growing up I spent a week every summer in Morgantown with my grandparents. Because of the way many things aligned at the beginning of the summer this year, I got to spend a week with them again for the first time in over a decade. To go to sleep there and wake up there every morning was the absolute highlight of my summer. I cried when I had to leave, just like I have every time I've left after visiting them.

I got a letter from my grandmother tonight. I cried from pretty much the first sentence. I've said it before and I'll say it again -- when my grandparents pass away, there will go the only two people on earth who think the sun rises when I wake up in the morning and that I can do no wrong. Two people who have not only always seen only the good, but who also think there is only good.

I truly thank God every day not only for the blessing of having them as grandparents, but also for the undeserved gift of having them still here with me. I don't think I do a good enough job showing my grandparents that I love them and how much I appreciate them. Whether you still have your grandparents or you've lost them, I know you know what I mean. My goal for this summer onward is to see my grandparents at least once a month. Unfortunately I missed August, but I can say with certainty that between Memorial Day and now, I saw my grandparents more times than I saw them from December through Memorial Day TOTAL. And I will see them again in just a couple weeks. I pray to God that I will be able to spend at least a week with them next summer ... or maybe two.

Praise God for the gift of them still being here and knowing who I am. I pray that I will still have a few more years with them and that I will make the most of those years. There are about 893003579573857923574 more things I could say, but the words would still never be enough. My dad's parents were also great grandparents, but sadly Grandpa passed away and my grandmother has dementia. I'll have to write about the two of them very soon.

Grandparents man. God's gift to grandkids.