The Mary in Mary and Bob’s — I called her, “Grandma,” — would have turned 99 today.
October 6th holds a lot of significance for me, for a variety of reasons. Among them, it means this blog is now four years old. Four more posts and I’ll hit 500. Apparently, my concern that I lack the persistence to create 500 of anything is ill-founded.
One of my favorite entries was written a year ago today, “Let us not become weary.” It’s a sort of essay about Grandma’s character, her death, general grief, and loss. The day I wrote it, I met an incredible friend. His unexpected death a few months later brought a different kind of grief.
It’s October 6th again, but today is its own day, in a year that has never existed before.
I’m grateful for so many happy memories, for my family & friends, for the amazing light and wind out there.
Time for a long walk. The moon’s been rising early this week; I’ll pretend it’s the world’s eye and look it straight on.
This book was a gift from my talented and generous cousin. I love her work. You can see more of it here.