I have had to say good-bye to some pretty important people in my life. Some in very tragic ways, some went gently. None have hit me as hard as my Grandma Betty. I have posted about her before, after she had passed. It still hurts as much today as that day.
My grandmother was special to me, she liked to clean, she liked Murder She Wrote, and she liked a good raspberry milkshake.
Her home never changed, it was constant and predictable. I liked that.
I have pictures of her throughout my home, a necklace of her face that I wear around my own neck, and a case knife in my utensil drawer once accidentally brought home in a cake box.
Good-byes are so hard.
I would love to speak with her just once more.
Won’t you join us while we put words on virtual paper, five minutes at a time each Friday?