Memories

Memories of my sweet Grammy flood in all the time. Like the other night when I was doing laundry & I spotted the tag on a sweatshirt I kept from her closet. She lived in a nursing home, so her laundry was tagged with her name.

She gave us her washer & dryer when we got married, actually. More memories of what a generous & gracious person she was.

Sometimes I don't want to wash that sweatshirt. I'm scared that one day it will break down too much, and I'll have to get rid of it. I'm sure it's cheaply made. But was hers, and I love it. I want to keep it forever.

Oh, how I miss you, Grammy. I love you so.