My grandma is not a millennial. She was born on Christmas Eve of 1929. But I want to highlight her story here as well because she has been so instrumental in shaping my adulthood. She's always created safe and brave spaces for those around her and been willing to listen and ask questions as well as share opinions. So pardon me for breaking my own rules. I have been missing her a lot, especially in the past couple of weeks as I have felt weighted regarding women's value in society and the church and my own complexities as a human. She passed away in November 2016, almost two years ago, but moving to Indiana, her dear home of fifty years, has helped me feel close to her spirit. Even though she is no longer here, m y relationship with her is not over, it has simply changed. My grandma is a champion of love, of intellectual queries, and of spiritual growth. My grandma read thousands of books over her 86 years of life, taught early morning seminary for decades and Gospel Doctrin
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