Everyone who reads this blog, will know by now that I was blessed with two wise women in my life…my Mum and my Grandma.  Words of wisdom would flow from them regularly, although at the time I was totally oblivious to the level of my luck.  They were better than any Hallmark card and it’s too bad my listening skills were awful and that it took me sooo long to get the message.  They really tried, bless their little cotton socks. But my Grandpa…aah. That was a different story.  What he had to tell me was more of a direct hit.  He didn’t have words of wisdom per se, he oozed it. I didn’t learn anything from him through the spoken word, he wasn’t much of a talker.  In fact I didn’t even know I was learning anything from him at all.  It was a sort of osmosis experience.  All…

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