My maternal grandmother was one with a true pioneer spirit.  All that she did in life was done with gusto as well as perseverance.  She, along with my grandfather, raised 8 children, built a dairy farm, tended the chickens, baked fresh bread each day and did all the usual chores of a farmer’s wife.

My grandma also buried five of those children and her husband before her own death at the age of 76.  Each of those losses tore a little piece of her heart from her and when she finally succumbed to death herself, it was because her heart failed.

There is nothing to compare with the loss of a child – no matter what the age.  Only one of those five children lived beyond the age of 30.  She died after battling cancer for a number of years. Three of them died in tragic accidents.  The last one also suffered…

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