At some long-distant future family gathering, as the talk turns to loved ones and fellowship, someone might ask about my grandmother, Catherine Watson. What will I tell them?

This is what I will say. That’s her over there on the bookshelf, in the stories and novels she wrote. That’s her on the desk, in her correspondence with a far-flung family. That’s her in the cornerstones of a dozen churches across the nation. That’s her in the box of stones from the Holy Land, the many gifts she gave, the many sacrifices she made.

But most importantly, she is all around us in the smiling faces of family and friends. The answer to the question of who Catherine Watson is remains the same, now after she has passed, as it will ever be. She is all of us, each in a different way.

-Alex P. Watson

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