It has been just over a week since my grandmother died and only I have spent a lot of time reflecting on how she impacted my life and how things will be different now that she is gone.
From her I learned the joys of being woken up by a song.
I learned the importance of telling, and more importantly showing, people that you love and care for them and that hugs and kisses are important even when you are angry.
I learned to love the awesomeness of nature. She made everything interesting, from the tiniest detail on a flower petal to the vastness of an old gnarly oak. She taught me to love the fierceness of torrential rain, the harshness of rolling thunder and the beauty of the jagged bolts of lightning all while snuggling together on a screened porch in a hammock.
She was the person who taught me to be adventurous and that is okay to take the long way or even the wrong way just to see something new.
She was a gateway into world of creation. Mostly through painting and photography but she also helped me to see how I could used my more orderly mind to be creative as well.
She transformed by hatred of writing and horrid penmanship by teaching me to draw my letter. I loved to watch her write using calligraphy pens and my love of fountain pens grew from that.
She was my cheerleader, my teacher, my sounding board, a comfort when the world was harsh and a dear friend.
She was my grandmother, but also so much more.