Bruised, Broken and Taking It Well

Last Thursday, my 93 year-old Grams and my uncle Gordon were in a car accident. Todd and I went to visit them in the hospital on Sunday. While seeing them with cracked ribs, broken pelvis and jaw, and bruised, they still were their wonderful selves. Gordon talked football like he had seen all the bowl games. Grandma Fuller smiled, laughed, and played chicken foot. They sure were taking it well. We love them!