Until We Meet Again...

Nate's grandmother passed away today.

In a quiet hospital room in Paris, Kentucky (made a little less quiet by the sounds of hymns and Scripture), surrounded by her family, she slipped quietly into her new life - one where arthritis and pneumonia and the afflictions of age can no longer hinder a tenacious and generous spirit.

Albertine was born in 1921. She had grit and verve and gumption - all of those wonderful qualities that characterize women of her generation - women who survived The Great Depression, World War II, a presidential assassination, and the dawn of the nuclear age. She valued hard work; she understood the value of a dollar; she had an unflinching desire to do the right thing (and when she couldn't, she'd make sure someone else did).

I only knew Albertine for 10 years, but I knew her to be a courageous and generous woman. She loved her family, cherished her friendships, and clung to her faith.

We will miss her.