My youngest granddaughter, Eliza Faye, is named for Sister Libby and for Faye. I hope some of their strength and goodness has passed to her, but more importantly, I know they are part of this world and the next.
My mother, GG, was dead at ninety-nine years of age. She was on her last journey and it was okay.
This ode was given to me this Valentine’s Day, February 14, 2022. It is for me the definition of love.