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Giving Love Away

January 5, 2018

A powerful and beautiful reflection, Jake!

Jake Owensby

It’s funny, the sorts of things that have made me feel loved.

When I mine my memory, no grand gestures or extravagant expressions of affection come to the surface. Instead, I remember unexceptional moments on days that I could not locate on a calendar.

For instance, when I was a toddler, my maternal grandmother and I would sit on the sofa of her living room and watch “The Three Stooges.” She would cover my legs and feet with a brown and tan plaid blanket. We laughed together. Curly struck her as especially hilarious. She would laugh until breathless, wheezing the last few molecules of air from her lungs.

09C5E450-7F7E-4CFC-9CA1-80C2EF4326FEMy grandmother had emigrated from WWII-shattered Austria less than a decade before. She was a seamstress with scant formal education. The little English she spoke was heavily accented.

She expressed her love by being with. And since my mother and I were…

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  1. Thanks for sharing. I have such fond memories of The Three Stooges. Love is a gift.

    Be blessed. God is with you.

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