Grandparents have a big impact on everyone

I don't have a lot to say today.

Kade's Grandpa Puckett just passed (Sunday, Jan. 17, 2010) and for that I owe a moment of silence to a man who was my husband's hero.

I know that because this (Monday) morning Kade told me so.

"That man was my hero," he simply said.

And I understand because my grandparents will always be my heroes. Grandparents are gold.

There's a special connection between grandchildren and grandparents. It's something that cannot be explained in words.

For once "a word person" (me) is at a loss for words.

Silence is golden in times like these.

Here's to Norman Puckett. My husband's hero. A hero to many. A man who chopped wood and planted his garden until the end. A man who inspired his son and grandsons to play guitar. A man who served his country. A man who will forever live in memories, love and in music.

There's nothing left to say ... but play that guitar.

Because the sweet sound of music says it all.