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Not long after the death of my husband, I was mugged in an elevator of our apartment complex. Although I managed to escape unharmed, I started having serious concerns about my mortality, and was consumed with fear that I would not live to see my children grow up.

Posing with these two great-grandsons--one about to turn 13--was an extra blessing to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving day.  It was a reminder that by the grace of God, not only did I see my own two children grow up, get married, and have families of their own, but I've also been blessed with seven grandchildren, and four great-grands.