GOOD MORNING ☀️

Happy Friday! How's everything going in your world?

Things are okay here. Busy weekend coming up, and I wouldn't mind relaxing if I'm being honest. 🙂

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the latest Devoted Grandma posts, stories, and more. God bless!

​8 Ways Your Grandchild Sees The World (And You Should Too!)​ Yes, yes, and yes. We become hardened in our older years, but they can change it all if we let them. See Article

​50 Corny Jokes To Share With Your Family Around The Thanksgiving Table​ Well, it's a little early, but we can never be too prepared to make the entire table laugh right? lol See The List

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🗨️ CONVERSATION OF THE DAY

Ask your grandchild: If you could spend a day learning from any expert in the world, who would it be and what would you learn?

📚 STORY OF THE DAY

A Melody of Remembrance

Author Unknown

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its amber glow across the city, I found myself in the quieter part of town. The buildings here were older, the streets less crowded. I liked it for the solitude it afforded, the way the evening light played on the aged brickwork, the silence.

I was passing by a small, unassuming house with a porch that had seen better days when the sound of a piano spilled out into the street. It was not the polished melody of a practiced musician, but something far more earnest, halting and tender. Drawn by the raw emotion of the tune, I couldn't help but pause.

Through the open window, I saw an elderly man at the piano, his back to me. The room was sparse, save for a few pieces of worn furniture and a multitude of photographs that seemed to wallpaper the room. Each note he struck was infused with a profound sense of longing and love, the music a vessel for feelings that words could no longer express.

Suddenly, the music stopped. There was a stifling silence, and then, in a voice rough with age and sorrow, the man spoke, "I miss you, Martha. Every day, I miss you more."

His words hung heavy in the quiet room, and an aching, raw emotion flooded through the space, so palpable that it felt as though the very air trembled with it. Tears welled in my eyes, unbidden. I didn't know Martha, and yet, in that moment, I felt I understood a lifetime of love and the gaping void left in its absence.

As the man resumed playing, I stood, rooted to the spot, listening. The melody was an ode to someone who was no longer there, a tribute to the enduring nature of love that not even death could dim.

I realized then that tears were not only for sorrow but for beauty—the beauty of a love so deep that it transcended time, the beauty of memories so powerful they could echo through an empty room and touch the heart of a stranger in the street.

I walked away eventually, the melody fading with each step, but the imprint of that moment, that glimpse into a stranger's heart, remained with me. It was a poignant reminder that the most profound connections are often the simplest, and sometimes, a song can tell a story more eloquently than a thousand words.

📷 PHOTO OF THE DAY

A 1976 Datsun hatchback... did you know anyone with one?

📅 ON THIS DAY

(1992) I Will Always Love You, by Dolly Parton, was released as a cover by Whitney Houston. It won the billboard's best song in 1993.

🤣 BAD JOKE OF THE DAY

I threw a ball for my dog.

It's a bit extravagent, but it was his birthday and he looks great in a Tuxedo. 😂

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