Seeing the menorah on the altar created a warmth in me because of my grandparents’ love for me. Grumpy would greet me by wrapping me up in his arms. Nana would invite me into kitchen to help her...
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...th, and now involved in a human trafficking awareness movement called Unbound. My goal is to know God and make Him known to the hurt and forsaken youth.
Although my grandparents passed on fifteen years ago I think of them often. I still wonder what life would have been like had I not had their love, sanctuary, and teachings. Their legacy has shaped my perspicacity of life. Grumpy’s menorah became a part of my inheritance ten years ago. My mom understood how much it would mean to me so my mom, aunts and uncles gave it to me. Anyone walking in my home sees it sitting at the forefront of the living room. It The menorah is a reminder of my grandparents and to keep God preeminent. As it turns out the gold menorah is solid brass. It has developed corrosion, but to me, it is still the shiny, golden, sacred treasure that symbolizes love, peace, and my identity.
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