Another Loss

Another hand has stilled.  Another thimble put down.  Another empty spot in my heart.  Only two hands left now, mine & Sally's.  4 generations, suddenly only 2.

My grandmother died....but oh how she lived!  That's what I will remember...her life, her legacy.  After almost 98 years, she said it was enough.  She pushed the curtain back and joined my mother who waited for her.

I asked Grannie once which time of the nearly century she lived that she would live over again.  She smiled and didn't even have to think about it.  "All of them....exactly as I lived them the first time.  I wouldn't change a thing."  So many times I heard her share stories and always ended them with "we had so much fun."

She'll be remembered by most as an avid quilter...which she was.  Others will remember her talent with a paintbrush.  Some remember her needlework.  But I like what my brother said....

She was my Grannie and that's all, that's the most important.