My grandmother, Roz, was one of the toughest women around. She grew up the oldest of three sisters, her family having next to nothing. No matter what life threw at her, there was always a fire burning inside her. A passion, energy, that could never be dimmed.
She travelled the world. She raised four children. She was an unbelievably doting wife to her husband, my grandfather, Marvin. No matter how busy she was, she always had time and energy for her family. No one had ever seen her scared of anything.
Keep Up With The Fight!