Because Lynn, as usual, wrote a beautiful piece. This time about her grandma, and it was just one more reminder of my grandmother.
oh, i miss my grandmother. I try to pretend she isn’t around, but I think she hovers. I smell her now that I have a family… I’ll suddenly pick up a shirt and it will smell like her.
And now the morning air has cooled it smells like the mountains. Walking across campus to my office all I can think about were those moments camping, playing in the creek, making mud pies in the woods outside her camper.
or I’ll sit on the couch, especially when I read, and feel her sitting with me as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe it is.
Maybe she couldn’t resist being with Aurora and watching her grow and laughing at how very different we all are and how she helped make us that way.