My grandmother passed away a year ago today. It doesn’t feel like a year, it feels like yesterday. And it feels like an eternity has passed, days rolling slowly by, like I have forever to ask her questions, be in her presence.
I sat for an hour today trying to put words into what I felt about her passing. The words I found were whether I was living my life in such a way that would make her proud, that would carry on her legacy.
Have I been kind to others? Have I taken care of my family as I should? Do I have a strong faith? Have I shared God’s love?
Those are the things she embodied in way that I can’t explain, I can only wish that every person would have had the opportunity to have known her.
I miss her.