The other night, Andrew’s father said grace before dinner and he used the little prayer that Grandad always used to say. I hadn’t heard anyone use it since his death, and it actually brought a little tear to my eye…
It’s funny how these little things remind you. Sometimes something like that will sneak up and remind me of my grandmother, too. Her favorite hymn, a piano playing a certain song or played in a certain style, sometimes something simple like a flower that reminds me of her in some way.
I think grief eases after a while, but it never completely goes away. It’s like a longterm injury that just now and then flares up to remind you.
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