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  It has been said, “After great love comes great grief” (Betty J. Carmack, 2003) Does it ever end?  You wake up and the reality hits you, it DID happen.  You try to, or just long to, run from it.  Just run!  Yet you can’t run fast enough.  It’s like ...

Grandmothers—God’s rare and vital breed. Think whisperers of hope. Am I telling the truth? You know it. I’m not quite sure how old I was when I fell in love with Granny. She had rosy red Santa-Claus cheeks and arms so gentle you’d melt in her embrace. However, don’t let ...