One Year Ago Began A Season of Death

It is 11:18pm.

One year ago I lost my grandmother to lung cancer.

One year ago began a season of death that has changed me forever.

Every death effects us differently.

Some we come to expect and accept before they happen.

Some are sudden and cut like a knife.

Some we can accept peacefully knowing we did all we could while that person was on earth to connect with them and show them we loved them.

Some leave us with deep regrets.

I think standing where I am from one year ago today, I have seen every side of death I could ever imagine....and none that I would have ever wanted to see...

My grandmother was a strong woman.

Like me, she had 4 sons.

Five children total: my mom was the oldest.

I was not as close to my grandmother as many of my cousins because I lived out of town and I have never been the best about getting close to anyone.

But I do remember that she would always have cake when my brother and I came to visit.

She would always have a remarkably clean home and she had such a good sense of humor.

She fussed at me and all of cousins, but she really loved us all.

I got birthday cards every year from her.

I slept with blankets she made.

She watched Alex one day for about an hour as he showed her "cool tricks" in her back yard.

I remember her roses.

I remember her voice.

She was simply amazing.

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Tomorrow I meet with the Landlady to sign a lease for the art therapy room. Please say some prayer and send kind thoughts that all goes well.

And always Pray for my Elijah.

Hey sweet boy. Been thinking about you lots today. Give maw maw my love. I love you both very much.

Tomorrow we are one step closer to changing the world!

I love and miss you my boogie. So much!