Six months ago today I said goodbye to my dear Nan.
I'm aware that as time goes by memories may fade. I still want to remember the touch of her hand, what it felt like to give her a hug, her voice....I don't ever want to forget.
I felt her absence most on my birthday. I kept thinking there would be a card from her when I checked the mailbox.
Sometimes when Duncan and I are in Albany and my family sit down to dinner, it feels to me that we are like a pizza with a piece missing.
Life goes on, life is still good, but we still miss her and always will.
(I've been told I look a lot like her. Here we both are at 17).