We sit here talking about the upcoming holidays. The ones that are full of excitement and new memories for most people.
Mother’s Day.
Grandparent’s Day.
Days to celebrate people.
Days that can sting if those people are no longer with us.
I hug my children tightly as we continue our conversation. They have tears when they talk about their grandmother. They miss her. Just like me, they don’t understand how and why she was gone so soon. Too soon.
With my arms wrapped tightly around their tiny bodies and tears sliding down my cheeks, I whisper…
Your grandmother isn’t like others.
She’s special. She’s in heaven.
And her superpower is that she can love you from there.
She can love you from anywhere.
She isn’t like others who get to stay and be seen. She’s invisible like the wind, but mighty like the sun on its hottest day. She can float and fly and soar. She can show up, however you need her, with cardinal wings or butterfly flutters or pennies or shadows or whispers.
Your grandmother isn’t like others.
She’s special. She’s in heaven.
And never forget, her superpower is that she can love you from there. She can love you from anywhere.
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Yes your grandmothers love is in the air you breathe…
Barbara, I absolutely agree! Have a beautiful day and thank you for reading. xox, Chels