Jeff's Grandma Close passed away recently.
She was such a great lady and an amazing example of charity and strength.
Every birthday, without fail, our kids would get a card in the mail with money from her.
Every birthday. ... AND Christmas.
That's probably all they'll remember.
The phone call came on a Sunday evening.
I could tell by Jeff's face what was being said.
My tender-hearted Griffin noticed eyes get watery.
He asked what was wrong.
After I told him, he walked away to the couch then came back a few minutes later, asking if I would write "Grandma Close" on a piece of paper.
(Griff always wants to make sure his word are spelled correctly)
He took the paper and walked outside with one of my sharpie markers.
Jeff noticed him out in the yard by the back fence but couldn't tell exactly what he was doing.
Griff came in a few minutes later and asked if we'd all like to go out and see what he'd made.
It was the sweetest thing!
I know Grandma Close was smiling as she looked down on
the cutest little headstone ever.