my gramma jackson passed away this evening. she was almost ninety-eight years old. it is a blessing, as she has been suffering, but i am still heartbroken. i miss sleepovers at gramma's house, i miss her cold toes on my legs in the middle of the night, i miss her always singing, i miss the smell of her house, i miss laughing allegra, i miss her pussy willows poem, i miss her mumbling 'oh hells bells' under her breath, i miss her many beautiful shoes, i miss her diamond heart necklace, i miss her maraschino cherries story, i miss her tissues tucked in every sleeve, i miss her scotch mints in every pocket, and i miss so much more.
i love looking at these old pictures while i am waiting for more news from home. i am happy for her, for she has been waiting to be with her sweetheart again for a long, long time...
i love you, gramma. and i miss you terribly.