Today is the 9th anniversary of my Grandmother's death.
This gardenia bush grows right outside my back porch. Whenever I see it I am reminded of my Grandmother because it was one of the plants that she kept on her back porch. When I got it, I decided to plant it into the yard and it has done very well over the years. It has blossomed and grown and it brings her to mind. She loved being surrounded by plants and had a wide assortment some of which I still have in the same pots she had them in. I like to believe she would be happy to know that these plants are still thriving.
Most grownups will tell you that you never really out grow their relatives. That doesn’t mean that you will always need their help but chances are you will feel better knowing that they are there…just in case.
It feels very strange to me to think that all of my grandparents are gone. They were a huge part of my life. I can’t think of a time before 2002 where they weren’t around and now I have…none.
One more piece of my childhood is disappearing. I suppose I am selfish, but selfish it is.
This is all bittersweet.
But, I still don’t want to let go of my memories.