It’s extremely difficult to write this post. It’s been extremely difficult for me to get through this day. Today marks two years since my grandmother passed away.
I still have days that are overwhelmingly difficult; days where I just want to pick up the phone and call. I’ve wanted to tell her about my new job, about how excited I am for the changes to come. There’s just so much to catch up on.
Nevertheless, I love how God works. While searching the Internet to see if I could find a copy of the obituary, I discovered an article on my grandmother. This article, written in 2004 is a small peek into who she was. But there are two things that I love about it: #1- there’s a picture, and she looks exactly how I remember her, #2- it reads like a conversation with her. I can read this and feel like I’ve been talking to her.
It doesn’t get any easier…but I’m consistently reminded of ways that I’ve been blessed to have had her for as long as I did, and that’s something to be grateful for.
“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.” ~The Shawshank Redemption
life beyond the well... 