My fondest memories of my grandmother and grandfather were visiting their home in winter. I was always greeted with a smile, a hug, a trip to the local toy store, and a hill to ride a sled down. It was my first time in snow with my grandmother. She made me smile with her wit, her humor, and her stories. As her time grew short, she still had the same smile, same spunk, and her stories grew sweeter. I share the stories of my grandparents often, always with a smile. Not because it's what they wanted, because the stories are full of truth and love. I'm much older now, but my memories ring loud and clear. Anne Smallheer was a strong human being who accomplished so much. I only hope I can accomplish a fraction of what she did. Grandmother and grandfather, you are together again. Building another home full of warmth and humor, with new stories waiting to be written.
