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| Grandma Betty and me Christmas 1977 |
I have struggled a lot with how to start this blog post. First, I realize it has been over two years since I have written a post. Since my last post about my maternal grandfather's death, the world has completely turned upside down - in more ways than one. Because of the pandemic, I am now primarily working from home, and I have been relocated by the law firm where I work from their Spartanburg office to their Greenville office. This means that on days when I do have to go into the office, my commute is now about 20-25 minutes versus the 35-40 minutes that it was for almost nine years. That extra 10-15 minutes makes a huge difference!
But even more recently, the life of every single member of the Foster side of my family was rocked to the core when we - somewhat suddenly - lost our matriarch, my Grandma Betty, on March 9, 2022. My last living grandparent is now gone.
