Oh, Marie
Today was going to be a hard day, and it turned out to be a very happy one. I miss my grandma, and most of the time it’s very hard to think about her, but today I had good company, ran errands, got a tattoo, and my mind wasn’t fully focused on her, I was able to enjoy myself, and not get massively drunk and stay in my basement. I realized that instead of being so sad about her passing, I should be enjoying the life I have, and thinking of the good things that she brought to my life. So I’m drinking a glass of wine and thinking about my childhood, and what it was like to be around her; the cooking, playing rummy, fresh wild strawberries, the smell of cigarettes and rye, and fly swatters (of all things). She was beautiful in every way, and was one of the strongest women in my life.
I love you, I miss you, and I hope that you are at peace.
