In 1989, my grandmother Dunn passed away and a plant from her funeral was given a home at my father's office. It was a vining plant and grew to encompass the edge of the ceiling in the main lobby area: I estimate its length to have been well over 100 feet. Thieves broke in, one day, and robbed the office and took with them, unbelievably, the plant. A small clipping remained and was cared for until it revived and grew again to its former length. At my grandfather Dunn's funeral this week, there were many flowers and plants given by those who showed their condolences. I purposely sought out a vining plant with hopes it would grow as my grandmother's had grown. I am not a sentimental person, however, the daily, visual reminder of my grandparents is priceless to me. They were soldiers of the faith, steady and true, and, now, finally together again. Blessed with an incredible example of sacrifice and service, I am proud to be their granddaughter and thankful for the privilege to have been born a Dunn.
