There's a song called Grandma's Hands and when I listen to it I hear the words Bill Withers shares. I hear him talk about his grandma and I feel everything she was to him and to their community. And despite the fact that his grandmother and mine had seemingly nothing in common, I can't help … Continue reading Grandma’s Hands…
We all know that everyone dies. It's a fact of life. The fact. It's what makes us all human. Mortal. Real. That doesn't make its sting any less painful. Any less jarring. It doesn't stop you from missing someone that you love. It doesn't make knowing you will never see that joyous loving smile again … Continue reading and everyone
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