April can be a month of remembrance. A time to reflect on the moments that shape us and the memories that stay with us forever. I remember my parents telling me where they were when they heard JKF had been shot. In Oklahoma, we honor those lost in the OKC bombing, a solemn reminder of how precious life is. I remember I was at my job at the bank standing with other co-workers as we sat and watched the TV in shock. And as Easter arrives, we celebrate hope, renewal, and the gift of family. The stories we carry, the laughter we share, and the simple joys of being together become the threads that weave our family’s history.
