Just 1 week ago, my dear mother-in-law, Suzanne Grant Griffith, passed away, but it feels like a lifetime — because, of course, it is a lifetime, of the memories and stories and life-long friendships she cultivated.
This tribute that Chris Griffith, his sister Laurie Griffith and dad Clyde Griffith put together, illustrates that, for a life that was significantly impacted by illness, Suzanne covered vastly varied cultural, geographic, intellectual, social and spiritual terrain: from Indian Country in OK and NM in the 1940s and ’50s to UC Berkeley in San Fran in the ’60’s to the Ozarks in the ’70s, before settling in Philly.
With joy, I think of her vibrant curiosity about life, which made us quite compatible. Why, she even demonstrated a sincere openness to my holiday culinary innovations, the Griffith voted most likely to gamely at least take a bite.
With so much of her own work dedicated to children, education and the Presbyterian Church, she was extremely proud of the work of Chris’s sister Laurie Griffith and Chris Griffith (and, by proxy, me).
Your bright light, your stories, shine on, Suzanne.