Granny was my hero. She taught me how to love and what it means to be apart of a family. She did anything she could for her family. Like always taking the time to teach me things and being patient with me when I was learning. I begged and pleaded to learn how to cross-stich like she used to do. So she took me to the Dime Store in Ironton, and bought me so quit patterns when I was 12 years old. When I graduated High School I had only completed 2 of the blocks, she took them and finished the quilt for me without saying a word. Another time was when I was a Sophmore at College of the Ozarks, I got really sick and wanted to come home. My mom could not get off work to come and get me. So Granny and a friend drove down to my school and brought me home, she was 79 years old at the time. Still another time was when I was little, she helped me cimb a tree so I could be like my older cousin. There are so many examples I could give of how she took care of me without ever wanting anything in return. For these reasons she is my hero, and I hope that some day I can love my children and grand-children like she loved me. Thank you Granny for being my HERO. My memory is long so that my children and grand-children will know of my HERO. Granny may you be an angel and watch over all of us.