Grandma was a lady with few words. Perhaps it was innate, or that she grew up as an immigrant and was shy of pronouncing differently, she just didn’t say much. However, grandma had a way with people and spoke with things. She would listen attentively with her ears and eyes. And just when you think you have forgotten your packed lunch or misplaced your favorite watch, she would ready in her hands precisely what you need or point you to what you seek.

It has been 5 years since grandma left us, and I miss her horribly. Who wouldn’t?

Yet, each day I tell myself it was precious and amazing. You see, I had 20 years with grandma, and I am grateful for that.

Our family never truly leaves too. Yes, grandma lives within me, and I can feel it! For whenever I am lost or uncertain, I get answers almost too quickly and through no effort of my own. Grandma continues to speak to me in her own special way.

And so, I smile, I smile when I think of grandma!

Magical Mondays is a weekly short post on something heartwarming, something sweet, and something magical.

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