Lately, I've been reflecting a lot on the word perseverance. When I shut my eyes and think of this word, I clearly see my grandparents faces. A little tired, worn, aged and yet beautiful. Their faces reflecting the lessons, hardships, joys and yearnings of all the things that once were and of those that were not. Every wrinkle tells a story. Every age spot holds within in it a memory that will not likely be forgotten. On one hand it makes me sad, and on the other hand it encourages me to press on towards the years...