Wrinkles by Amy Rae

Homecoming

Posted on: March 1, 2010

We attended my grandmother’s homecoming on Wednesday, December 16th. She died the Sunday before, after weeks and months of slipping away from us.
I cannot remember the last time we had a conversation.

Did I know it was going to be our last? No, I always thought there would be another.

Maybe I would’ve written down her words, remembered how we said goodbye. But somehow, I think she knew when it would be her last – she gripped my hand and she wouldn’t let go. She didn’t speak, and if she did – or I did – those words have long since faded. But that grip, her fingers so frail and so strong, held tightly to me, to my heart, to our love.

And that is what I hold on to – that she knew and she wanted me to know.
…I miss her so much.

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