For the Love of my Grammy!

"Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I'm always missing someone or someplace or something, i'm always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing."

Elizabeth Wurtzel

*My grandmother is the one in the orange, isn't she just adorable?

I have searched my mind through and through.  Unfortunately, there is no grand way to say what I am about to say, I miss my grams.  I miss her, I do.  I miss her in a way impossible to place in words.  For the majority of my childhood I yearned to be one of those children that could take a weekend trip to their grandmother's house.  I wasn't.  To get to either one of my grams' house I would have had to take an eight hour plane ride to a different continent.  The South American continent, in case you were wondering.

The night before my grandmother left I went to my parent's house to say goodbye.  I hung around until the very last minute.  I wanted to prolong those seconds as much as I could. Couldn't I just leave without saying goodbye?  Could I not simply say, "I'll see you later".  I hugged her tight, I kissed her face, and left before she saw my eyes well up with tears.  I smiled, turned, and walked away.  The 30 minute drive back to my house?  I cried like a colicky, teething baby.  Big, fat, ugly alligator tears.  It was quite the scene.  I put Kim Kardashian to shame.

My grandmother is back in her home, exactly where she is meant to be.  I guess where I am meant to be is here.  And, instead of thinking of all the moments I did not share with her, I can cherish those moments I did.  Plus, what else is there to say other than what I've said here?  

Take a few moments and think of your grandmother.  Call her, write her, skype her, e-mail her, just tell her you love her.  And, if your grandmother is just down the street, well, take a drive and hug her for me.  Hug her hard, hug her long, and never let her go.

xoxo

*The first photograph is my grandmother and her sister, ugh, I just want to squeeze them