
SGLY: Live out your love
I attended a family reunion over the weekend. This gathering was different because what drew us together were the memories former generations shared more than those around the table. I was there with the kids, grandkids, and great grandkids of my paternal grandmother and her siblings. I never met my dad’s mom. She was seven months pregnant with her third child when she died at the age of 24 of a brain aneurysm. She and the baby both died. And yet, my daughter’s middle name was chosen in honor of this woman: Clemmie.