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My first blog. I am a grandma. I have twelve grandchildren--three of them (all boys) live in my backyard and three of them live down the street three blocks, four of them live in North Carolina and one lives in California. Now, I know that three plus three plus four plus one only adds up to eleven. Our twelfth grandchild chose to end his life two years ago. He was only 16. I am not asking for any sympathy. I just want other grandmas (who have lost granchildren this way) to know that they are not alone. He will always be remembered for the awesome kid that he was. He was everyone's favorite school chum. He was very well mannered, a very hard working kid (milking cows twice a day) and very strong and handsome. Thank God for the ressurrection when I will get to see Curtis again.

My husband is a soldier. He recently returned from the Middle East. This was his second time to go and serve his country--OUR COUNTRY. We were living in Denver when he was first called up and two sets of grandkids were living in Idaho in the same town. I didn't want to live in Denver all by myself, so we sold the house and moved in with our daughter. I lived with her while my husband was away. Then when he returned the first time, my daughter's boyfriend said, "I will build you a house, if you will babysit our kids while we work." So we said OK. and he built us a house in their back yard. Pretty cool, huh. Yes, I am still enjoying babysitting.