 We owe it to the grandmas and grandpas, the patriarchs and matriarchs of the family who shed many tears for the lost sheep of the family. Every morning, my grandma who grew up on a farm and raised 12 children, two of which died, she would roll up a towel with all of her holy cards and kneel every day and pray her rosary in the morning, go to mass seven days a week, 365 days a year, even in declining health.