My grandmother is my mother. My parents were killed by a drunk driver when I was 4 years old. My grandmother took three kids in that didn't have a mother or a father. She was a mother and a grandmother. She taught me to be strong and that God's ways are not our ways but he had a plan for me and my brother and sister. What makes her so special is she had five children of her own. Then after all them were out of the house, she took us in. At ages 4, 6 and 8. We all had medical problems from the car wreck that killed our parents. [She] would take us to all our doctor's appointments and never complain. … She is getting older now and I just want to say that I love you moma-mamaw!
Leah Hopper; Jacks Creek, Tennessee