Minted
A little over twenty years ago, we started the process of moving our grandmother into assisted living. If you’ve ever done the same with a loved one, you understand the heartache that comes with a move like that. So many happy memories competing for real estate in your mind with the present sorrow.
Aside from a porch swing and a squeaky, rusted out rocking horse, she had little for toys. But that didn’t matter to me and her other 48 grandchildren. We used to explore her yard all summer long. There was a pear tree that was barely out of reach for the smallest of us, but the older cousins always came through. They would climb as high as…
