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  The most important day of my life!! At the age of 45, my grandma Carol went with some friends to the capitol for the April 24th anti-war protest in Washington, D.C. She marched under a giant “Minnesota Mothers for Peace, St. Louis Park” banner with several other women. In a St. Paul Pioneer Press article, you can see her face clearly. She is smiling and appears to be deeply satisfied with where she is and what she’s doing. At the top of the saved newspaper article she scrawled “The most important day of my life!!” in ink. (Two exclamation points!!) The newspaper is from April 25th, and so I imagine that she returned to Minnesota still thrumming with the energy from the march and felt this so deeply to be true that she wrote it down immediately. Either way, after going to college, getting married, giving birth, and raising her two children, in middle-age, my grandma still found taking a long arduous bus trip to Washington DC and marching with hundreds of thousands of other people...