. . . is my grandmother's birthday, so I'm wearing her amethyst ring--the one my granddad and TRQ (i.e. the Young Nine-Year-Old Jewelry Queen) bought her one Christmas--to celebrate her life.
Yesterday at work Margaret asked me if I ever hear my dad's voice. And I said no. But I do feel my grandmother's presence at unexpected times. Once, right before Christmas, I felt like she was sitting next to me as I wrote. I was surprised because the feeling was so visceral and also why? What was she doing there?
That Christmas my son and his wife revealed that they were having a baby. My first grandchild.
My grandma and I. Grandmothers together.
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I have been off the internet for so long and when I returned, today, I read this. It made me cry and smile and laugh and it's lovely. Really lovely.
Beautiful.
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