My best memory of my Grandfather who died when I was four or five.
I was four or five and we loaded up with my four older brothers and mom and dad in our sixty-four brown Chevy Bel Air and headed to my grandparents home. My mom announced to all of us that Grandfather was weak and we should NOT be climbing on him.
We came in and the Adults were sitting in the front room, and soon I was climbing into Grandfathers lap,
My mom looked right at me and said: "Bobby what did I tell you!"
And my Grandfather said: "Where else should he be.
There are people in our lives who are telling us God doesn't want a relationship with us, that God is to busy to be bothered. But that is where we belong in a loving relationship with God sitting and listening and being loved!