With Labor Day upon us, I can’t help but think about my grandmother. I wrote a little about her here. A special woman, she passed away in 1984 over Labor Day weekend. She was a strong, amazing woman who worked hard all her life. The wife of a farmer and traveling pastor as well as mother to five children, my grandmother didn’t spend a lot of time pampering herself. She was the stereotypical housewife but to this day I cannot think of a single person who deserved more happiness and compassion than she did. I hope I am half the woman she was, and pray that someday I can be the model for my children and grandchildren that she was for me.