it’s official. we have lived in boston for two years. two years ago we drove up the east coast with all our things loaded in a uhaul and our little honda hitched to the back. we were more than lucky to have one of our best friends chris help drive, unpack, and provide jolly good company. i recall eating turkey sandwiches at gas stations. watching the oscars for a bit at the hotel. robert and i have not had turkey sandwiches in nearly 2 years… and we have barely seen any movies this year… i digress. two years ago we were young, hopeful, determined, inspired, and best of all: newlywed. we had no idea what adventures were coming for us here in boston. expectations were not met. things did not go as planned. as life usually goes, you know? plans, shplans. i do say, each sloppy kiss from our baby son, each jibber jabber, each eruption of laughter are proof that we did something right.
ps- i just discovered the illustration above, and all of the artist’s works are just as great.
Last week, this great man went on ahead. I have a really amazing family and so many of them were around him singing, praying, and supporting. For years, his kids and grandkids have been caring for Grandpapa. He and grandmama lived with us for a little while, and we always spent holidays together after our family moved back to Georgia. I just remember one thanksgiving when he started eating pie straight out of the pan. Hilarious! He had a great laugh. He was brave and determined. He had a big heart. Reading through some newspaper clippings, letters, and memories I am so proud of my lineage. See you later, Grandpapa. Your huge family will always carry your legacy. And we can eat pie together in heaven.