Heart (Speech for D Grandparents)

There are three types of cellular muscle tissues in the human body. One is Involuntary; for example, the kidneys, and the lungs; one doesn't have to constantly think about their functions. The second is Skeletal Muscles, meaning the tissue to consciously coordinate, in order to move and strengthen the body.

The unique, third type is found only in one place; the heart. Cardiac muscle tissue has to be very durable. The moment a life begins in this world, the heart beats. It doesn’t stop for food intake or sleeping. It keeps going. Every minute, every hour, all through out our lives, the heart beats. 

Blood flows in and out of the heart as life goes by. It may change rhythm and timing, and one can strengthen the heart by understanding the emotions that pass through it. The information we process every second of our lives, in and out of important arties and ventricles, traveling to the rest of the body, making it work more efficiently, more successfully. 

Sometimes, hearts might skip a beat, like when you meet the love of your life at a Marine base in Cherry Point, North Carolina. Sometimes, it skips a beat when your children are born, and realize life will never be the same. Sometimes, it feels like it stops when it’s breaking.

My grandparents were the hearts of this family. As all of ours are breaking with different fissures and fractures of things unsaid, the Love they had for us goes on. Our hearts continue to beat because of them. 

Thank you

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