In Memory of my Grandmother

     Writing means a lot to me. And by extension, so does this blog. But I have been neglecting it lately and I'll tell you why.
     My grandmother passed away yesterday. She was an incredible woman. I know it's natural for anyone to say that about their beloved grandma, but she really was incredible. My grandmother had her share of loss in life, but to my 7 year old eyes, she was the happiest woman I knew. I adored her. She taught me how to make braids and told me stories before bed. She made all my favourite dishes and doted on my brothers with an overwhelming love. Nothing but the best for her grandchildren.
     My grandmother was the glue that tied our family together. We all gravitated towards her in times of sickness, sadness, and happiness. She raised me close to her heart for a few years after my older brother died. But due to distance, I only saw her a handful of times since.
     On one of these visits, she gave me a special gift. Two beautiful bracelets, the same ones she wore once upon a time at her wedding. I know it was her plan, her goal, to witness as much of our lives as possible and I wish she could have been here for all the milestones in my life. But I'm grateful. Grateful that she has finally found peace after this long, heartbreaking, wonderful thing called life. And grateful to have known her, loved her, and to have been with her - even for a second.