Grandma.

[whisperyvoices]

My grandmother passed away exactly 18 years ago. We brought her body to the home she loved, in the state she spent her entire adult life in, after migrating here and raising a family ; her body laid to rest next to my grandfather. A man she married after their marriage was 'arranged', but whom she loved fiercely and dearly, the way he loved her too

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[flaming_muse]

It sounds like you have wonderful memories of your grandmother; it's too bad that there is never enough time with those that we love.

Thinking of you. And of butterflies.

[whisperyvoices]

<3 <3 !!

YOUR ICON TOO! mWah

[justa_reader]

Your grandmother sounds like an amazing woman. The next time I see a butterfly, I will pause and think of her, and you, and Monopoly.

I love your comparison of that childhood experience to a fairy tale. I often feel that mystic aura around meaningful events of the past, too. It's as if our minds have distilled the emotions of the experience into a few visceral moments so that we might remember it better.

[whisperyvoices]

Oh *thank you*, dear one! My mum and her siblings speak so, so fondly of her; she raised some pretty incredible kids.

I'm going to leave a big hug for you here, okay? :) :) Hope you're doing well. <3