I only knew you through vague stories told through the eyes of a heart broken boy. Or the long lost memories of a little girl. I mainly know you through pictures.
The little girl. Whose life ended too soon. Even though you were sick, you always smiled. Thank you for the gift of finding joy, even when life is hard.
The woman who came to America from Switzerland. The woman who dreamt of better. Thank you for determination and will power.
The woman with little history. A family who left Ireland, settling in the Appalachians. Thank you for holding old world ways. Irish traditions.
The single mother. Who raised her son best she could. Thank you for independence and fiery intentions.
Thank you! You legacy lives on. Your gifts live on. Strong women.