The three generations who came before. Thankful for a heritage of joy, affection, and voluminous hair. Remembering my dear G.G. (stage left) who passed away four years ago yesterday and lived with more fervor and flair than any woman I’ve ever met.
And though death brings mourning, there is comfort for those who bear sorrow, a legacy to carry on in light of loss.
…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor (Isaiah 61:3).
G.G., Nani, and Mom, “I love you more than tongue can tell.” Thank you for the ways you’ve strengthened my roots, filled me up, and inspired me to gaze upward.