Lessons in Love
This past Sunday, while Brian was home for the weekend, we decided to spend some time visiting with Grandma and Grandpa Runnells. While I had no idea that the visit would unfold as it did, it turned out to be one that impacted me deeply. When we first arrived, Grandpa's niece, Joyce, and her husband were at the house. They were there to check on Grandma and to deliver a prayer shawl that Joyce's church group had made. I haven't met many of the extended Runnells family, so it was a pleasant surprise that we weren't the only visitors at the Runnells house that afternoon. When it was just the four of us, however, the conversation shifted from stories of the grandchildren (Bri's cousins), the heinous weather and the tennis tournament to stories of Grandma and Grandpa's past. We heard about Grandpa's family of nine children, of walking from place to place because they didn't own a car, and of what the streets of Milwaukee once looked like -- butch...