It’s Super Bowl Sunday and my sister-in-law, Jenny, with her daughter-in-law Sam (my niece by marriage), are preparing their football feast. This deviation of nature, a red potato no less, was going to be sacrificed for potato salad. And Jenny rocks at potato salad. But no! Samantha to the rescue! Not this precious baby. It needed to be held on this pedestal as a symbol for the #griefheart project in memory of my son, Charles.
So Sam dove in and rescued the potato from his fate before a single mark could be made on it’s precious surface. And then she told our story because she has the guts to start a conversation about all the things our culture doesn’t want to talk about.