I hope we all have a person/a few people who show up unconditionally, who love us when we are undeserving, who forgive us when we falter, who are our biggest cheerleader — the ones who teach us who and how we are meant to be in this life. Someone who teaches us more about living than we can ever teach them. For me, one of these people is Ruthie.
Ruthie was born August 21st of 1941, the third youngest of ten children. She loved Billy Ray Cyrus, bowling, bologna sandwiches, MacGyver, Big Red, loved babies, family, dollars, and making loops (also known as potholders). She never learned to read or write; yet her wisdom was beyond our earthly formal academic understandings of knowledge.
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