...for all the good times, all the memories, and for you.
I thought today would be a perfect and bittersweet time to start posting again in this gratitude blog, after all this time off.
My grandmother passed away yesterday evening. Though I could not be there to say goodbye, I know that she knew that she was always in my mind and my heart and in my thoughts. I wish I could have thanked her for all the things she has taught me - how to knit, how to bake bread, how to laugh at things in our very own way, and that it was okay to cry. But I think she knew that I was grateful. I have so many good memories of her. What a strong and lovely woman she was.
And I think this little blog of mine taught me a thing or two as well. It's taught me to dwell not on the negative things but, rather, focus more on the positive things. That has always been a challenge for me.
I am left with good memories. I am grateful she did not suffer too much. I hope to be strong for my mother, even though I am far away.
Do all the things you want to do while you are young and able. That's what she told me the last time I went home. I will and you'll be missed.