Today is November first. For thirteen days this has been a rather gloomy, rough day. Today is the anniversary of my Grandmother's death. This year marks an interesting anniversary, as it is the thirteenth year she has been gone. My grandmother has officially been gone as long as I knew her.
I was thirteen years old when she passed away. I knew her for only thirteen short years. Now, here's she's been gone for thirteen years. Some days it doesn't seem possible that she's been gone that long, others it feels like a whole other lifetime since she was with us.
I always find it odd how easily life can keep going on after someone so important in your life dies. The days keep coming and going, life keeps moving forward without them. My grandmother would have been 89 this month. I always wonder what she would've been like today. What she'd think about the world, what she'd think about her grandchildren? I'd love to be able to sit down and talk to her now, as an adult. I'd love to talk to her about all the serious stuff we wouldn't have talked about when I was a kid. I'd love to listen to all the stories she could tell and would make sure I'd remember all of them, maybe even record them, as now the memories of her stories are starting to fade.
Thirteen years wasn't nearly long enough...…… but then again, in a case like this, I don't think any amount of years would have been enough. So instead of dwelling on the years lost, I shall remember the years we had with her. The stories, the smells, the food, and be glad that I was able to know her, even for a short while.
Thirteen years Gram, and I still miss you.
Born and raised in Upstate NY, Liz is a freelance writer. She has written for websites, blogs, and magazines for the last 10 years. She also acts as a proofreader and beta reader for several authors, all the while working on her first book.