That’s my wild-eyed grandmother on the left and her mother on the right. My grandmother, her nick name was Dugie, since she was a teenager, faced incredible adversity. While she deserves an entire book to tell her story, the gist is this: having been raised by a single mom in the post-depression rural southwest, she too became a single mother after her husband was thrown in jail. Despite her faithfulness to him and his change of heart away from a life of crime and towards a life of service to the church, he ended up running off with the deacons wife. Throughout all this she was insanely resilient. While parenting her four children and taking care of her mother, she taught herself to drive, then put herself through school and became an elementary school teacher. She was fierce, she was loyal, and she always had a fantastic outlook and sense of humor. She had one green eye and one blue eye. She was totally unique and was a force. She taught me how to read and made each of her grandkids feel loved and supported. I think we all lived with her at different times in our lives. I wouldn’t be who I am today without her. I miss you, Dugie.