Finding Krista

This is the face I want to remember for the rest of my life. I see my mother in this face. I see all of my aunts and my cousins in this face. I see a huge family that all came to be because she was in this world. I made a hard decision - one that I know not everyone will agree with. I'm not going to her funeral. Because this is the face I want to remember. You know, days go by and I keep remembering so many little things that I had forgotten. Triple decker sandwiches. Terrible for you, but when my Grammy made them, they were the most delicious things on earth. And her french toast. No one ever made better french toast. I remember her little house on Gray Street - the one where the hurricane came through and knocked down the tree across the street. I remember being a teenager and getting the chance to earn extra Christmas money helping wrap presents for the family she was working for. My grammy was a caregiver. She took care of older people, sick people, handicapped peop