to break into pieces, as by a blow.
Inay.
I miss you so much.
This was my home growing up. I love this backyard, this tree. Much like my family, it's chaotic, unorganized, cluttered, yet it has its own charm, unlike any other. It was home to me.
I have never had to deal with the death of someone that I love dearly. My grandmother, Inay, passed away 10 days ago in her home. We sat by her, whispering in her ear "I love you," until she took her last breath. My heart shattered as I watched 7 of her 9 children fall to pieces right before me. It's a pain that I don't want to experience for a very long time.
Inay was the core of our family. I will miss her cooking, her scent, the way she smelled me as she kissed me hello, her smile, walking to the grocery store together, drinking chocolate milk with bread, her soft skin, her humorous personality, her warm embrace and so much more...
I know you're happy, finally at peace, but I miss you still...
Daisy
1 comment:
I can't remember how I came across your blog - but your photos are beautiful and tell a touching story. I'm sorry about the passing of your Grandmother. My beloved Grandmother passed away two years ago and I still miss her dearly. I'm happy that you have such fond recollections of your time with her. I would love to feature your photos on my blog sometime.
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