A Note for Gramma Jo
She made me a couple cookies yesterday. We only had time to talk a little. We made eggs. I made coffee. I played a record on the record player. I ask her about life in the orphanage. I listen. We sit in peace.
I was reminded she used to watch movies and that tomorrow the garbage trucks come. I did some laundry and cleaned her dishes. "Life is hard." She said. I love you, i said. I then went outside, to the garage to work. Making a post, sharing a post, reading replying to comments from posts. Learning about something new. I smile as I watch the Whales and Dolphins swim by. I happy for the minnows who outswim me.
As much as I wanted to power up, I withdrew some steem to pay my bills. I answered questions of friends who want to know more about steemit. Everyone seems tempted to go it alone. Or perhaps helping them is not my calling. I look for time to understand, but believe we are better together. A fire inside burns with faith. I need not sing a sing of perfect. I do not fear not knowing. I go inside the house.
She is sleeping. I clean her table. I sweep the floor. I take the garbage to the street. I sit. I draw. I used to draw often. I used to do alot of things. I will again. I leave a note for Gramma Jo. I love you is all. I do.
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you are very lucky , my mom n grandma passed while i was still months old
My condolences. I am blessed. Each day I wake up, I am blessed. I love her. I feel ok with sharing the ups and downs of life. No need to pretend the sun always shines. But it does when it does. Wishing you well.