My grandma has been living in our town for 10 months. She moved here from Arkansas after Grandpa died last March. I was able to drive her to Walmart today so she could pick up some groceries. Here she is waiting for me to park the car, and talking to a neighbor. My Gram is 87 years old, has a great memory, and loves to play games. I know she's enjoyed being closer to family, but her life includes sad days when she's missing her 'love'. I have witnessed first-hand how God is her refuge and strength.