Saturday, June 27, 2009


It's been just a little over 10 months since my Grandmother passed away. This weekend we are up at her house where there is a lake, a barn, rolling hills, trees, small irrigation canals. It's picturesque.

This is the first time since the funeral that I've been up here. Driving up to the house and walking across the lawn, I was greeted almost immediately with a soft sense of loss, something missing. My grandmother's essence, however, is everywhere. She was quite the woman. And I am very fond of her.

I will not see her again in this life, but the very real truth of it is she will always be found as soon as I look for her.


  1. Thanks for sharing these thoughts

  2. I really liked this post. It was beautiful.