Grandma died on Valentine’s Day, and it was painful for you as for the rest of the family. At odd times you’ll say that you wish she could come back. Or that Winston (our old cat who died last year) could come back. You’re even starting to piece out the loss of a parent. We don’t steer towards or away from the issue. You kind of set the course. You remarked one day that you had cried at her memorial service, and I think it came up in your class at school. You were close with her and she adored and admired you.
I’m glad she got to know your spirit and got a sense of your amazing, determined little personality. You got her, too. She was your grandma and your friend. I’m glad the two of you were close even if it will only be in the faintest memories. I can assure you that right now she is not a faint memory although I suspect eventually newer memories will crowd out the specifics and you’ll have only a general sense of her. That’s okay. Your two souls got to dance together for a little bi…
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