Time does not really heal all wounds. Time allows a scar to gently grow and cover the gaping hole in one’s heart that is created by the loss of someone you love.
Today would have been my grandmother - Dixie Jeanette Ribordy's 93 birthday. This November will mark the fortieth year we have had to endure life without her grace, wisdom, and guidance. I purposefully did not include the word love here - We have not endured the loss of her love because her love resides deeply within each and every one of us. My grandmother's love runs so deep that it has transcended her death. I can feel her loving presence in the actions of every child, grandchild and great-grand child that belong to her.
My wish for her birthday is that each and every person who has ever known my grandmother will acknowledge the love she would be sharing on this day and every day she lived her life. My wish is that each and every one of us continue the legacy of her unconditional love.