In honor of my late grandmother, Jeanne Gray Kisker. I love and miss you every day, always. Happy birthday in heaven, Ma.
“The bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”