I'm grateful for the memories I have of my grandma. I'm grateful for the silly stories. I'm grateful to allow her memory to live on through my stories and to share with others the beautiful soul that they did not have the opportunity to meet. I'm grateful for the cardinal that still visits me, as it did for the first time just outside her home on that sad day. I'm grateful for the way it looks into my eyes and the love I feel. I'm grateful to have been so blessed to have known my grandma.
To some the memory of loved ones may be sad. To me it is a celebration of the life she had. I hope that some day when I am passed, my grandchildren and friends will hold the memories of my own crazy socks and my child-like joy. I hope that they will feel my love with them in those memories. And perhaps an owl will come to check in on them.
What are your fondest memories? How can you use those memories for joy? May your day be blessed with the comforts of love and may your heart find peace. Have a beautiful Friday, everyone!