Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Remembering my Grandparents

I'm a little surprised that I have taken as much time away from writing as I have. Life has been good. This last month has contained a lot of contemplation and I want to share with you some memories that I have been processing, stories of faith, thoughts about family, and a focus on what is yet to come.


The two wonderful people pictured here are my grandmother Sarah and grandfather Robert Custer, my mom's parents. They were each integral parts of my development into the man that I am today. Joyfully, we were able to celebrate my grandmother's life when she passed away just before Easter this April. She join's my grandfather who went home to be with the Lord about 9 years prior. At the age of 95 my grandmother had lived a wonderful life, one of full emotion and complete devotion to her family, friends, and community.

One of my most fond memories of my grandmother was the time she would spend in her garden. Growing up in Ohio, it wasn't uncommon to be introduced to micro-farming. Whether it was flower beds with a few pumpkins, tomato plants, beans, squash, or cucumbers, 

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