Grandma said goodbye to us a year ago today. She joined Ned in the mist of memory, clouds and stars, and everything untouchable that touches us.
She was a presence, her phone number etched into my brain like one of its synapses, connecting the present to the past and then back again.
Mom talked to her every day. She and Ned had a connection. He would call and they would talk, talk, talk and talk.
The missing of her makes the missing of Ned burn more. A thickness of grief again that clouds the mind. Breathing helps, laughing helps, remembering the ring of both of their laughter cuts through to a clearer, truer image of who they were and how they made their impression on us.
We love you grandma. Ned loved you so much. I think I said goodbye to you for him as I was sitting there if I remember correctly. You couldn't talk but I think you knew what I was saying.
Thank you for everything.
