Today is MeeMaw's birthday. It is an easy one to remember, December 19, 1919. I wonder if this date will always be MeeMaw's birthday to me.
It is shocking that it has already been a year. In some ways it feels like she is still here. I love all her little ceramics and paintings that fill my day; a desert scene in our bedroom, her stork picture in the living room, lighthouse in the sun room and funny orange caterpillar on my desk at work.
Her house feels so small. It was bigger, I just know it. The backyard and her garden - tiny. The house that had this magic and vibrance is small and quiet now.
The magic wasn't the house, it was the woman in it.
2 comments:
My grandmothers' birthdays are (note the present tense) 8 December and 23 February. They are both still alive to me after several decades. Love never ends.
This is beautiful writing. And yes, that date will always belong to your grandmother. As always, thank you for sharing your heart.
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