Wednesday, February 16th, 2011
Kristie Anyabwile, is a mother, blogger, and pastor’s wife in Grand Cayman.
Her post today is a reminder that everyone has a story. I never met her grandfather, but I expect that he probably looked like an ordinary man who worked hard to support his family. That’s what he was. But that’s not all that he was.
Her story begins:
In July of 1991, an elderly white couple drove their pickup truck into my grandparent’s driveway. The old woman sat in the driver’s seat, trying to console her distraught husband. As my grandmother pushed her walker toward the vehicle, the old man, through uncontrollable tears, cried, “My brother’s dead! My brother’s dead.” (read the rest)
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