My sweet grandmother is transitioning right now from her long years spent on this earth to her eternal home. If ever I've felt able to see that fine divide between the temporal and eternal, it is now. Her fragile body has wasted away and her fierce and bold spirit is taking flight. My grandmother accepted the adoption of this wild toddler and single mother into her family and her youngest son's life. And, she prayed for me for 46 years. I often wondered if she saw me as a bum calf brought in to be nurtured and grown. Or maybe she saw me as fallow ground. A garden? An afghan or a sweater. No, I was part of the legacy she would leave behind. She well knew the struggle, commitment and sacrifice a healthy herd of cows or amber fields of grain took to grow. She was the matriarch and the cornerstone of a family ranch. Her garden with its strawberries, beans, squash and veggies filled her...
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