As Amanda and Jason rounded the corner from the parking garage and headed toward us I felt one solitary raindrop land on my elbow. “Maybe it’ll pass” I thought to myself as they drew closer with each step. After all, I’d been keeping a close eye on the forecast all day. The chances were pretty low and up until this very moment the sun had been shining brightly down on the Butler University campus in Indianapolis. There was no way it could rain.
As a little girl I remember walking through the dining room, always pausing to look at the old photos inside my mom’s china cabinet. The faces staring back at me were those of my grandparents – posing for their anniversary. My grandmother wore her favorite purple dress. My great grandparents were there too, their photo in black and white. My great grandmother, whose middle name is the same as my own, looked back at me with through eyes that even in black and white are clearly the same shade of brown as mine.