Perhaps the most appropriate memorial...

One year ago I was reading this out loud to a group comprised of my family and my grandmother's closest friends.  She never ceases to teach me, even after her body has passed on.  These are words that I should continue to reflect on regularly.


You gave me your name, your knowledge, and your heart.  You will always be an incredible force in my life.


"There is a time for everything,
And a season for every activity under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love and a time to hate,
A time for war and a time for peace."

Mama said there'd be days like this.

Who knew they would reoccur so frequently? On these days I like to try to occupy my mind with something irrelevant and inspirational, such as homework or cooking. Bet you don't know anyone else who has mastered drafting a rhetorical analysis while making sauce from scratch!