Always with me
My Grandmother & I
Yesterday July 4th marks the 9th anniversary of your absence and since I last heard your voice, I cling to the memories I hold dear and miss reading the diary of your youth that has mysteriously disappeared now, I’m heartbroken over that fact, it meant a lot to me to have your journal beside me to read and imagine what life was like living back in the early 1930s.
Time can take away a lot of things, it can dull the pain of loss to a certain degree and bring back fond memories of long walks in the woods, making homemade root beer, teaching me how to sew and the names of flowers, many stories over a cup of tea, and how to make candy-covered violets from your garden. I you can feel you closer to my heart now more than ever… I love you my sweet Grandmother, thank you for your affection and guidance, perhaps one day your journal will find its way back to me and I can once again hold what you wrote in my hands where I used to cling to your own tightly as a child on those long walks together along the meadow’s edge with the majestic view of Mt. Shasta in sight and the scent of the pine and cedar trees on the breeze.