This weekend was one that I knew would someday come, but still one that I was unprepared for. My grandma Annie Jarvis Osborn passed away on May 30th and I flew to Arizona for her funeral. She was 92 years old.

I have thought a lot lately about her life and about the lives of several others of my ancestors. There seems to be a common thread...they are all tough cookies. Jared and I paid her a visit a few years back. We arrived at her house at dusk and could see someone outside digging trenches around the sprinklers. I could not believe it when I realized it was Grandma Osborn! We were in shock to see her working so hard at her age! After the shock, admiration. After that, a deep desire to emulate. I so badly want to be strong and enduring like her, hard working and capable. I want to be a tough cookie too.