Commemorating Dear Redi

She very easily could have believed that life was perpetual disappointment, punctuated by incomprehensible tragedy. Her first husband died in a B-24 when she was twenty. Her second and last husband was killed when his private plane crashed. Her four year old son was run over and killed two weeks after her husband's demise. She had almost been killed in a car wreck and was scarred badly, not monstrously disfigured, but she had been beautiful and after being ejected through the windshield, was no longer attractive, She was eaten away by cancer and taken very young. Through it all, to her dying breath, her faith only increased, and I marvel at that.