And then. .


. . just as I was writing about her, my sweet most beloved Gram, passed from this world to the next.  I imagine my father there to greet her, to make her laugh again. I imagine tomorrow they will plant their own spring garden together – just in time for peas to go in, maybe start a few late tomato plants.  Tomorrow, I’ll be in the garden, sowing seeds with tears of sadness, but getting dirt under my fingernails, just as Gram would have done.


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  1. We have all lost a very special person. My sympathy is with you.. Merrrlyn

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