Granny

I miss you. 
All the time. 
I can't help but be mad with that pilot for leaving me at the gate. I know you were with Jesus before that happened, but I'm still so angry. 
I have so much to tell you: I'm a teacher now!
I teach German and I love it. I have so many students and I am learning to be a better lover of all hearts; a less "discriminatory" lover. I think you'd be proud.
Oh, and I'm cooking more! A few small attempts have gone exceedingly well, but all of it pales in comparison to your cooking and baking. Maybe one day with lots of practice and with the guidance of your recipes I'll be a quarter as good as you were. 


I'd give anything to have another day in the kitchen with you; to know I'd walk around the corner and that you'd be waiting there to do one of two things: pull something out of the oven, or say something sassy. Both of which always evoked great joy.
Oh, Granny. I miss you.
I miss you more than I ever thought possible. I wish I could tell you that knowing you're with Grandpa and the Lord is comforting, but my heart longs for you as a wilting flower longs for a drop of rain.


As I pray for my future husband, my heart and daydreams are weighed down by the thought of you not being here to experience it all with me. I know great love, love which transcends sickness and dimension, because I know the love of the Lord and your love; a love I never doubted when I've doubted so many before. 
A love that never hurt except when it said goodbye.


As my tears mourn your absence, my heart holds fast to knowing you can be with me always. How grateful I am to have had a granny like you. A bigger blessing eludes my mind. 
I love you beyond death, Granny. And I miss you so.


Til we embrace again at the throne of God Almighty.