Grandmas Passing

Grandma’s Passing Grandma was a frail older woman, in her early 70’s, and of small stature. Her skin was of a light brown complexion, wrinkled and ashy. When I sat on her knee, her brittle hands would always gently wrap around my waist. I would kiss her on her cheek, which was always cold for some reason. Grandma always wore dark blue dresses that came down to her ankles and an old pair of …

…the preacher speaking from the Bible. A light drizzle echoed the somber ambiance of the service. I thought of all of the good times I had with my grandma, and how I missed her so. I wondered if I could ever connect with anyone as I did with my grandmother; that special bond between us, could I ever experience something similar? I still ponder these thoughts periodically, hoping to encounter that special bond I treasur