Friday family photo—Grandma in glasses

My grandmother began losing her eyesight as a child, and probably my father, the oldest of 9, was the only child she actually "saw," because eventually it was only light and dark, and then all darkness. The last decade of her life she wore dark, wrap around glasses to hide what we all knew--she had no eyes (nor taste or smell). Now I'm temporarily wearing very similar glasses to protect my new lens and the healing. I've been thinking a lot about her and what a wonderful inspiration she was to all who knew her love, kindness, sweet spirit, faith in Jesus, and service to others.