You gave me your full attention, whether soup cooked on the stove or you were addressing the many letters you sent. You made time for your granddaughter. For everyone really. You fully gave of yourself and it is no wonder the church walls couldn't contain the number of people at your funeral.
You were a woman who loved. Deeply, richly, unconditionally.
I remember how your eyes lit up when you saw me and the strength of your embrace. But I can't remember the sound of your laugh or the way you said my name with such joy.
It's been 6 years since you left us. It's been 6 years of living without your love.
I wrote this during the Amahoro writing tract. "I remember" was the prompt and this flowed out in those few short minutes before I had time to think about why Grandma was so heavy on my heart. Yesterday marked the anniversary of her death and it is no wonder her memory has woven its way through my subconscious the last couple of weeks.
