Three Ribbons

All through March, I’ll be wearing these ribbons to remember three people important to me.

The one on the left is for my paternal grandfather, who died last year from prostate cancer. When I first heard of Harry’s Spring Run-Off, I decided to sign up and raise funds for prostate cancer research. I thought the ribbon was a nice touch, seeing how it’s part of a (very short) shoelace. I did the run again this past Sunday; the conditions were much better than last year’s rain-fest. As a result, my time was far better; but I’d like to think my grandfather was pushing me on.

The one in the middle is for my cousin, who also died last year. His death was completely unexpected, and the outpouring of grief from my extended family reflected that suddenness. He touched a lot of people, and there have been plenty of celebrations of his life in the weeks after his death. The first anniversary will be next week, and everyone (including me) is surely reflecting.

The ribbon on the right is for my maternal grandmother, who died three years ago this month. Undoubtedly, she was the matriach of the family, and she was also well-loved by former co-workers and fellow parishioners in her church. She was the archetypal grandmother: she would dote on you, she would treat friends of her children or grandchildren as if they were one of her own. Those are my best memories of her, and I am very glad she was part of my life.

Eternal rest grant unto them, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace. Amen.