she survived the war that killed her first husband and child, and domestic abuse in her second marriage. she raised four children and started a business that provided for her family, only to have it stolen by her second husband to give to his first. she moved to a foreign country to help raise two grandchildren, only to care after her ill son in law for a decade more. and yet she was always joyful and full of gratitude. how? i’ve pondered for years. and it’s in writing this that i realize..
she chose love, every single day, no matter how much there was to fear. it took her passing for me to fully understand who is really is. my angel of love.
