She could hold your gaze just by the way she stood her ground. You could see the damage the world inflicted whenever she tried to smile. Her silence was deafening, and her words cracked like a whip. She was collected power and knew when to use it. But the most captivating thing was the way her arms felt like eternity wrapped around your ribs – the way she squeezed with everything she had because she would have given her life to save anyone else’s in the end.
We miss you, Grandma Evie.