Last week I took my Grandma to camp for a day.  She has always loved to camp and we agreed that at least she could come for a few hours and enjoy camp life again.  

     Well we got there and after about a hour it started to rain.  It was just a light rain at first and by the time that I was cooking supper (on the grill, in the rain) it was coming down really good.  We were all concerned that she would get wet or cold and everyone was watching over her like mother hens.  She kept reassuring each of us that she was warm and that she was dry. 

     We ate and then I took her back home.  On the way home I apologized for the rain on her day at camp.  And she went on to tell me what a wonderful day she had listening to rain hitting the canvas of the camper and that listening to the rain with someone was always better then hearing it alone.  Her joyful spirit inspite of the rain really put me in check to be joyful in all things even when it is raining on your head. 

     We did enjoy our time together and talked about trips that we have taken and would love to take again.  She probably won't be taking very many more trips and I hope to take many more.  I love her so much for showing me so many wonderful things.  Thanks for the many wonderful memories, Grandma.  I love you very much. 

     Here is a picture of "Bobby" playing Crocodile Dentist with Grandma H. and Nana.