I was in the LA area last week to attend my grandmother’s memorial, with my parents, brother Levi, sister Christie, sister Ashley with her daughter Claire, and of course, Carina.
When we visited my grandfather in his apartment at the Masonic Home in Covina, one of the first things that I noticed were all of my grandmother’s turtles. Those turtles have followed them through the years, and the sight of them was very familiar and comforting.
Carina and Claire grew restless pretty quickly, and wanted to spend their time out on the patio. They were not quite sure if the turtle in the garden was real or not.
It was just a nice moment, watching those little girls noticing the turtles that I have so many memories of.
