Love never dies  – that’s what I keep reminding myself

It’s 12 : 36 PM on day 2871 of my journey towards independence and I managed to pray, read a Bible verse spend time outside and do some work.

Today marks the four year anniversary of my paternal grandmother’s death I thought the passing of time would somehow ease the ache but some days  the pain of her absence crushes me like it did the day she died and  I find myself missing her fish fry, our physiotherapy sessions and her funny life stories but most of all I miss sitting across from her and holding her hand (our house hasn’t changed much since before she died we use the same dining table and I sleep in the same room she used to run into every time I called the memories are part suffocating and part comforting).. I miss you every day Ammachi but I know you’re alive every time I remember you and I do so often with fondness and a smile.