It has been almost a full work week since my Grandma Gerty passed away, and I’ve been trying to think of the right way to pay tribute to her. I’m not someone who spends a great deal of time exploring the serious side of issues, so some sort of dire role call of the pains of loss is hardly appropriate. In fact, it’d be hardly fair for me to go on and on about how much I will miss her, as I rarely manged to find time to see her at all. Its in her passing that I’ve began to wonder what it is that keeps us bouncing though life, without taking time for the most beautiful of experiences.

To have known my Grandma Gerty was to have known grace and peace. Spending just a few minute with her would ease you mind, and calm your nerves. She always found a way to know and remember what exactly it was you were up to, even though it had been months since you’d last spoken.