I’ve been working 50-60 hour weeks what with 2 jobs and trying to keep up with college credits. Burn out was inevitable!
And then, this past week my grandmother passed away. It felt…odd. So lonely, yet unreal. I still cannot fathom the implications of never seeing her again within this lifetime. I shan’t bore you with sentimental descriptions of her beauty or stories of her one true love.
Instead, I want to tell you how she lived a remarkably long life (90 years), and overcame a frightful youth. In her early 20’s she ran away from her family and moved to a new city to start a new life. She was brave. Stubborn. Opinionated.
On the day of her funeral, my grandfather wrote her a letter. I have taken the liberty to quote from it…
“…Sweetheart, hon, toots,
And we will always love each other…”
But there is one thing I will always remember of grandma. She was not afraid of bold colors or patterns. Heaven forbid old age stop her from wearing what she pleased!
As is usually the case, I have turned to artistic expression for a small measure of comfort. Grandma was not one for hats per say, but color, yes. I know she would have enjoyed this showcase as much as I did.
For after all, one is never too old, too young, too tall, too small for a snazzy hat. Enjoy, loves.