I was going through a box of old things one night two weeks ago and came across a hand written letter from my Grandmother. I read it on my bed, and then moments later I cried... not because it was sad but just because I really do miss her. Reading this letter actually made me laugh out loud because I can hear her humour in the letter, and it brings me right back to her living room, sitting in her rocking chair and visiting with her over tea.
The next night I went to the grocery store and as I was rushing around the store to get my groceries before the place closed, my cart clipped a display of pastry type things and a box fell out in front of my cart. I thought it was a total accident, but when I went to picked them up, it was these....
It was when I was driving home from the grocery store that I realized that same day was the anniversary of my grandmother's death. Can you believe that? I may have been watching one too many 'Long Island Medium' episodes, but I really do believe that my Grandma was trying to get my attention that day and I got the message loud and clear.
The two days of little triggers were a gentle reminder of what a special lady she was to me. The truth is I often don't need a reminder to prompt me to think about her as I do it almost every day, and even more often now that I have kids of my own. She was a wonderful grandmother to me and would have been an awesome Great-Grandma to my boys... not a day goes by that I don't try to share my memories of her with my boys as they truly are moments I cherish.
Thank you Grandma for the little reminder that you're still with me each and every day.
I love you.