My grand parents on my mother's side.

This is my grand father, Virgil Lance. He began the process of teaching me how to play guitar when I was five. His only requirement was that I had to use his gift to praise the Lord. I have failed miserably.

This is my grand mother, Arty Mae (Shockley) Lance. She was the closest thing to a perfect human that I have ever met. She absolutely was the sweetest person I have ever met. She had the countenance of a baby.

I miss my grand parents terribly. I am tearing up as I write this. I am an old man now, in bad health, crippled with many instances of blunt trauma to my body. I only hope I can be as good a Paw Paw as my grand father was to me.