The women who shape us; from every kitchen.

Every morning I look at this photo of my mother (on the right) and her sisters.

Sixteen years ago, on the fourth of January, she died. It was sudden and she was just 47. 

Her name was Annabel. She was wonderful.

“There once was a girl who found herself dead.
She peered over the ledge of heaven
and saw that back on earth
her sister missed her too much,
was way too sad,
so she crossed some paths
that would not have crossed,
took some moments in her hand
shook them up
and spilled them like dice
over the living world.
It worked.
The boy with the guitar collided
with her sister.
"There you go, Len," she whispered. "The rest is up to you.”

- Jandy Nelson

In your parting we have lived and you have touched the edges of it all.

Go where you feel the most alive. ✨

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