This was the first sunrise in over 80 years that my Aunty jean wasn’t here for. She passed last night with the full moon. Her way was strong and clear and kind. She spoke her mind, she helped whoever was in front of her and she had an unshakable faith in Christ. Her Christianity wasn’t…
My cousin and her richly beautiful short life….
You know what? I’m thankful for all the feist she rained down on me all those years. Her vibrant red hair almost demanded she set the world on fire and my blessing is that I was part of that fiery furnace of love. It may not have always felt like love, she could unleash forces…