Today is the second anniversary of my Grandma’s death.
I miss hearing her voice over the phone.
This last year I have built a portion of her tree that she started working on 35 years before her death. Once that brick wall tumbled and got me into France, I was off!
Even though she is gone, somehow, I feel closer to her than ever. I feel her with me as I work on finding the precious ancestors we share. Every single person I add to our tree feels like a team victory for the two of us.
In honor of my Grandma today, I share this photo taken during her later years. This is the face I picture when I think of my Grandma.