Friday Mornings

It’s been a week since my sweet grandmother past away. Sometimes I forget that she passed away. Sometimes I don’t believe it. I’ve been thinking about Friday mornings all week. What will I do, how will I live through all the empty Friday mornings? Who do I call? What can I do to keep my grandmother’s memory alive? I still have no answer.

The last time I spoke to her before her stroke was 4 Friday’s ago. November 5th. I didn’t know it would be the last time. How could I know? I’m so glad I did speak to her. I’m so glad we had that weekly tradition. I’m so glad I tried my best never to skip a Friday.

I don’t know what I want to say. I needed this weeks post to be about my grandmother. I couldn’t just go back to my normal subjects.

Don’t you wonder, when you lose someone you love; how does life keep going? How does the world continue to turn. How do the days simply pass, when she isn’t here anymore?

Yet, life goes on. We somehow find the strength. We manage to smile again and even laugh. It seems wrong at first, but it isn’t. It’s ok. We can smile, laugh and continue to live. We can find joy in simple things. That doesn’t mean we miss them any less. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt a little. We will still continue to live. Though life might change a little. That’s ok.

As for my Friday mornings, I still don’t know what I’m going to do with them. I’ll find a way to make them pass less painfully, while keeping her memory alive.