on sunday morning, i sat down and worked on transcribing more of my grandmother’s letters, an on-and-off project of mine for the past few years. i happened to mention this to my mother, who noted that the day (august 21) marked (what would have been) my grandmother’s 90th birthday. how serendipitous!
every time i carve out time to work on these, i am (once again) struck by how fabulous my family is (and how lucky i am to be related to them; even the ones who died when i was young or before i was born). to have been raised by parents who love each other who were raised by parents who loved each other who were raised by parents who loved each other. not everyone can be so lucky.