Catherine (Kitty) Rhodes -(Mom and Grandma)

August is here, and I'm thinking of you. You have carried me in your heart all these years, now I'll always carry you in mine. I have to remember you for longer than I have known you. Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds its way back to you. When it aches, I quietly tell myself that we will talk tomorrow. I know that tomorrow never comes, but it gets me through today, and I have a life time of todays to go. Grief, l've learned, is really just love. It's all the love you want to give, but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and the hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go. Love Andrew, Donna, grand children Nicholas, Dawsow, and Hannah Rhodes.