Missing Her

I miss Nana now and again. Just been thinking about her lately. I think it may have something to do with the fact that July is approaching and therefore, so it the one year mark since she passed away. I really still can't wrap my brain around it. Death is so bizarre; that's the best way to describe it really.

I'm still in Colorado, in case you didn't know, and I'm loving my graphic design job. Just the other day I got a job redesigning some brochures...so I began reading them. One of the brochures was recounting a story and talking about a woman by the name of Mary Jean...Nana's name. My heart melted a little bit.

I feel like I find little reminders of her everywhere. The other day we went thrift-ing and I bought a Ball mason jar just because it reminded me of the one's we would drink from at Nana and Pop's house. As a perused, I found myself seeking anything that might remind me of home or of her. I'm not really even homesick, but I yearn to remain emotionally close. I yearn for her. I miss her lots.

I'd like to think she'd be really proud of me right now. I want to tell her all about it and how wonderful it's all going. I want her to call by "Baby Doll" again and squeeze my hand with her delicate fingers. Her hands were always cold, but it never bothered me...all the more reason to squeeze them tightly.

Boy, I miss her. Love you, Nana.

Yours truly, Baby Doll

Colorado

Surprise! I'm now writing from beautiful (and I mean really beautiful) Colorado! More on that later...another blog perhaps. We shall see. Just wanted to give that little update. For now, it's bedtime. Goodnight.