Hello Grandmother

I woke up and looked at the clock—2:22. A little early, but fitting, as it was 2/22/22. Grandmother died on this day seven years ago at 111. I think she was reminding me that she’s still around--here, there, and everywhere. She always told me we would never be apart, but now I know it’s true. I would always be in her heart and she would always be in my heart. Love survives death—departed loved ones stay alive in us. Beyond any rational understanding we know that they live on and we are not alone.