When I look at my own two girls, I see the spark of life from my grandmother who promised herself, “I am going home.” When they dance, when they learn something new, when they look at the flowers in bloom, when they play on the beach and laugh with excitement as the sand sinks beneath their feet and the waves come to tickle their toes; I think of a redheaded girl who pushed with all her might to live. I am so happy and grateful that she did. Above all, I am grateful to God for letting us live this beautiful life, because while there is hardship, pain, and sadness, there is also beauty,
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