"I'll go home, to rest my soul. And all my ghosts, they'll be gone and I'll be home. I found you by the horizon, you are the ocean blue. Like a river, I'll run to you."
I don't know if it's because the anniversary of her death is coming up at the end of the month or if it's because it was Mother's Day, or maybe a combination of both, but I've been thinking about this dear and cherished grandma of mine nonstop lately. I miss her rose colored glasses view of the world. She always knew just how to turn even the most wretched of situations into something positive. I miss her. I love her. I can remember my last physical goodbye to her clear as day. I think she must've known it was the last time I'd be seeing her in person because she gave me some really beautiful and encouraging advice and promised me that the things that I had been worrying about would work out perfectly. It's interesting to think back on and see that so far one of the things she told me not to worry about anymore did end up working out. I can't believe it's almost been a year without her. Happy belated Mother's Day to the mother of my mother! Te quiero much Abuelita!