Future starts now in our communities, and it comes from us

Our second grandson joined the family last fall. I have a photo of my mom holding him at six weeks, and it makes me think about the 86 years separating them. My mom started hospice at the end of last year, and she passed away last month. Reflecting on how one journey is starting as another ends, I keep wondering what my little grandson’s world will be like 86 years from now. What is the future I want for him? And what am I willing to do to get there?