[Check out This Side of Typical's Dia de los Muertos post. Beautiful. Just like the altars she builds every year.]
Today I reflect on those souls that I love and miss, and give thanks for their time in my life.
This is my grandmother, Helen.
Her daughter, my aunt Mary Lou.
And Twyla, the best mother-in-law a girl could ask for.
More than anyone else, three women are responsible for helping me shape my life into something I could be proud of. They're all gone now, but every good act, every charitable thought, every small kindness that I do is a direct extension of their care for me. I am their legacy, and damn proud of it.