Today would have been my grandmother’s birthday. Each and every year, we have celebrated her just before my favorite turn of the seasons. When the sun gets bright yellow like egg yolk and the pavement is hot enough to fry.
For those of you who don’t remember, my grandmother passed away last summer. It felt unexpected, but truthfully, she had been mentally gone in that nursing home for a long while.
I suppose I just thought she would be there forever. I wanted her to always be around.
But, you know, I am grateful to have known someone I felt that way about.
She hated having her picture taken, so a lot of the images I have of her look something like this. I like my people with a little personality. It’s so strange to think I wasn’t even alive when this one was taken.
But this was her.
And so, with the fresh waning of the moon and the shift of spring to summer, here we are. Playlist in hand.
(Her favorite song is toward the end of the list, and I know like I know she is waltzing to it somewhere.)