never stops teaching.
Journaling for awareness. Growing for life.
It’s amazing when the things you’ve taught your children come back to you and bring you comfort.
My grandmother died last week. She was ninety-seven, and had lived a good, long life. But the last year and a half had been difficult, as she had suffered with dementia and struggled to connect with those she loved. Despite the fact that my kids had seen her only once a year when we would travel to Chicago, they developed a relationship with her through pictures and stories. We kept her with us through drawings and prayers.
When I told Adeline and Keegan that Ninny (the name my grandma Jinni had been given by my cousin forty years ago), had gone to heaven, Adeline cried …