Does each year get easier? Maybe. Does the level of missing diminish? Not that I can tell...but I think that it is a good thing...it is all the love...it never stops. In the first year of missing someone...you mark the day they left with every passing month. We did this with Grandpa (December 14, 2007) in our Year of Firsts in 2008. We did this with Grandma too (March 18, 2011)...in our Year of Firsts in 2011/2012. The span of time between December and March is always tough...I think because as much as you want to remember all of the time before...you hold the time during closer...the last months, weeks, days, and hours. I was lucky to have that time with both...that doesn't always happen. It is a sacred space...but you have to keep moving forward...no dwelling allowed. That is not what my Grandma would want.
Three years ago tonight, my Grandma was finally free to dance among the clouds. She would want me to be smiling (check), wearing my hair down - because you look prettier that way (check), enjoying an alcoholic beverage (check), and being happy (check).
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