She was an elegant and generous woman living in a world of quiet constraints. She gave me a sense that each person has an inherent dignity and that it is my job to recognize the humanity in everyone. I miss her still and every single day I wonder if I am meeting the challenge she offered me. And it really was an offering, a gift. Because she truly believed that we are all created in the image of the Divine and we must recognize each other in simple moments of kindness or concern. I don’t think I meet the challenge nearly as much as she did or as much as I would like to but I do believe in trying. That is really what she gave me in the end—the desire to try. She was my grandmother and she taught me to believe in my obligation to try.
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