A Feeling in My Bones

I don’t write often anymore, but I always get the urge to write when something monumental happens in my life. I am not sure how many times in my life I have been told I am like my Grandma Carolyn. It would probably number in the hundreds, at the very least. I look like her, I act like her. I have her intuition and strength. I can be naive and gullible. She passed away this week and I have been trying so hard to process this loss. Over the years of my life, I didn’t get as much time with her as I did with my other grandparents, but this is mostly because she was living out her dreams for life. And because of her passion for life, she has been one of my greatest sources of inspiration, always. She taught me what it meant to be brave, to be passionate, to trust myself, and to be honest. At the age of 25, as a young married mother of 2, she moved across the world to become a missionary in what was then Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe). I am so lucky to have a book full of letters t...