One Year

It's been one year since my Grandma died.

I can't believe time has moved so quickly. It doesn't seem as if the last year was real. Our lives have gradually returned to normal, but with some major adjustments:


1. My extended family has continued to shrink.
2. My Mom no longer cries everyday (I am so proud of her).

I miss my Grandma everyday - some days more than others. Today is one of those days where I really really really miss her. Within the last week and a half, we have lost two more friends and family members. The first was my Grandpa's Sister. The second (who passed away on the one year anniversary of my Grandma's death) was our dear family friend Wade. He had been battling cancer for ten years and had beaten it twice. He comforted my family when my Grandma was diagnosed with cancer. He helped me carry her casket when I physically couldn't. He had so much love and so much spirit. He will be missed.

"For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance."

Kahil Gibran (1923)