Well, next week marks the one year anniversary of my Grandma’s passing. I can not believe it has been that long and I’m honestly getting more than a little sad about the whole thing. For many years, my grandma lived in the same neighborhood as me. We went through a lot of family struggles together and were a lot closer than most Grandmothers probably are with their Grandsons. Sometimes, I think I was the only person who understood her. Maybe she just had a gift for making people feel that way. We were definitely two introverts who spent many hours just sort of quietly sitting together. I think she was often happier just sitting with me and exchanging 5 words in an afternoon than she would have been in a houseful of activity. Something tells me this trait didn’t come with old age.

So part of me wants to hop in the car next weekend and drive down to Clearwater and just sit at her gravesite for a few hours and try and recapture those times we spent together. It seems like in the last year nothing and everything has happened while she has been gone. There haven’t been any additions to the family and the world at large tends to move along just like it did before. So maybe she hasn’t missed much, but she sure has been missed. I love you grandma, but you already knew that.