Dear Liza,
After the fun spookiness of Halloween comes the more reflective holiday of All Souls’ Day. In Mexico it is called Dia de Los Muertos, and it is a day for remembering, celebrating, and, weather permitting, even picnicking with those who have passed on.
So today I am thinking of your Great grandma Billie and Great grandpa Lowell, my parents. They were hard working, happy people who could make just about anything fun.
I am thinking of your Great grandma Mona, Grandpa Nelson’s mom, who raised three kids on her own while teaching inner city middle schoolers about literature and history. She introduced me to live theater and political activism.
My brother Jim loved his wife Christy, son Kyle, and having fun whenever he could.
My brother Tim survived several tours in Vietnam and loved his wife Bridget, kids, camping, and fishing.
I don’t like to focus on their deaths, but rather on their lives and all they taught me about how to live. But that’s too deep a pool to swim in right now.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 