To My Grandmother

Monday, May 10th was my grandmother's birthday. Goodness, how I miss this woman. Because my mom divorced when I was very young and had to work while she also went to school, my grandmother was a very integral part of my upbringing. A lover of music, books, history and art, she she was fiercely loyal to her family and would give the shirt off her back to anyone who needed it. She was fascinated with our American Indian ancestors and their journey through history and her thirst for learning about them was apparent to anyone who knew her.

Her love for my grandfather, who also passed, was something incredible to witness. It was more than a model marriage and I learned how to love unconditionally, passionately, and with wild abandon. Their love story was something for the history books.

While I admit to being a sentimental fool, this post is a little out of the ordinary for me as of late. But it was inspired by my daughter, Presley. On Monday, May 10th Presley reached down for the ring on my right hand and gently tugged on it - my grandmother's ring. A ring that will one day be hers. At that very moment, a flood of memories surrounded me & sadness that my daughter would never truly know her great-grandmother took over.

But oh, the memories I will share with her and the talks I will have with her and her brother about their great-grandmother!

To my beloved grandmother, I miss you everyday. I long for the talks we had, the stories you'd tell and the love you'd pour out to your family daily. I know one day we will share those things again in the kingdom of Heaven. But until then, know that I am thinking of you and passing your stories on to your great-grandchildren. How I wish you could see them. See just how beautiful & wonderful they are. Do you see them? I like to think you do. Know we are thinking of you and remembering such wonderful memories of you. Happy birthday.