My Grandma

Been thinking a lot about my grandma the last few days. I'm not sure why, but I just miss her an awful lot right now. Yesterday, I thought about how much I wanted to call her. Today, I'm curled up by the fire with my computer under the quilt my mom made from her clothes. It's been more than a year now since she died, but it's still hard to believe that I'll never have another hour long talk with her. I hope that I'll be able to let Sprout know what a very special great-grandma she had. She already seems to have inherited her height and her strong independent streak.