GraceDeb

In a class on Monday night, we were invited to think about an ancestor or two that we could invite in close during our month together.  Fondly flipping through my small envelope of dearly beloveds that I’ve sat with during past months of Remembrance, this photo practically sang out to me.

I’ve always adored it and the reminder that all 3 sisters were nurses.  From left to right, it holds my maternal grandmother, Verna Catherine, her big sister, Loretta Elizabeth, and the sister between them, Hilda Louise.

As I was quietly gazing at it… at them… that evening, tears welled as I remembered that, with them being nurses (probably in part because their mother died of TB when they were all in their teens), that means that all three of them have a deep heart for healing.

*tears all over again*

I couldn’t be more thankful, delighted, and so deeply moved.  I look forward to spending this holy time of remembrance in their circle of tender, loving care.

Blessed be.

👩🏻‍⚕️💖👩🏻‍⚕️💖👩🏻‍⚕️

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