The world is a little bit empty today. There is less honesty, less strength, a little less watercolor painting going on. There is less laughter.
When I was a little girl, my grandmother taught me my first swearword (a solid beginning to a long, colorful career in cursing). The word she handed down was: Bullshit. I've been saying it ever since.
Peace be with you, Gramma. I hope you are free to move every which way, reunited with lost loves shot down over foreign lands, and light as a feather. You will be sorely missed, and fondly remembered.
4 comments:
Oh honey. I am sorry for you and your gramma, and if there is anything I can do for you, let me know. Cake is on its way. Much love to you.
So so sad. I am sorry for the loss of that wonderful woman in your life. Maybe you will want to tell some more Gramma stories, so we can all know her a little better and she will live on in that way. Much love to you.
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I'm really sorry about your grandma's passing. She's sounded like a great person. Anyone who was a part of bringing you to this world is great in my book. By all means, more Grandma stories, if you feel comfortable with doing so.
Via con Dios, Gramma. I'm sorry for your loss, Zetta.
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