The one grandfather, on my mothers side, was having dinner with us for a couple of
weeks one summer. My grandmother was in California helping my aunt with a knew
baby. One day while my Grandfather was there my dad asked to see my report card
that I had gotten that day. I was crying because I got a D in History. My grandfather
took me in his arms and told me it was ok. He knew that I did my best and that he
still loved me.
My other grandfather, on my dad's side, was always happy. He loved seeing people
and told us if ever we needed help with anything , to ask. He would save newspapers
and cans for our 4-H found raisers. He would buy pizzas. Most of all he loved us and
would help anyone.
My grandfathers showed love all the time.
Who influence you the most? Why?
