Not long after I met him the first time, I had the opportunity to accompany Grady and others from Blackshear,GA, to Douglas for a performance at the local college. On the way home, Grady told me that if I ever heard that he died too young it would be in a plane crash because he made a point of always being in his home church every Sunday morning as he and his wife taught Sunday School. At his memorial service, it was mentioned that a 4 year old wanted to know who was going to hug her every time she went to church. I did not get to go to the service but I have the tapes.
Grady did get to meet my son (picture above)! We have the picture to prove it. The next week, he sent an autographed picture just to him. About a month after his death my son was watching Grady on Hee-Haw, with tears rolling down. When I asked my 7 year old what was wrong, his answer blew me away. "When are we supposed to cry?" Such was and is the power of that long, tall Texan, of whom I am proud to say, was a friend. We need more Grady Nutts in this world today. What a blessing it was to have known him and his wife.
Sincerely,
Judy Nation