I am so honored for this opportunity, to write Elsies stories, We laughed together, shared a meal, and wiped away tears.
Her memories are vivid, with colors, names and places. She can even remember peoples faces!
Her faith was apparent from the start, and her gift of love comes from a joyous heart.
She has cried plenty of tears, beginning with the death of her mom at the age of nine.
Enduring heartache, not giving up hope, believing in goodness is who she is inside.
I heard her stories about Tom, and the Wyoming cold. A lifetime of memories of her children she told.
Her wisdom, compassion, and grace has taken hold.