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She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, that slid into my soul.
The 24th of April is frequently a day of introspection and grief, and this year proved no different. 26 years ago, a woman I never knew died, and this event has, in a lot of ways, shaped my entire life. She was my paternal grandmother, and from the hundreds of stories I've heard about her, she was the kind of woman I very much want to be. I always seem to follow her, starting with my birth interrupting her funeral.
When I was very young I use to pretend she tucked me in at night, a plain faced angel bearing a smile just for me, a smile everyone said was eerily like my own.
I wish I'd met her.
On the other hand, this anniversary marks under four days until my birthday, so I'd best get the remaining birthday prompts in *__*.
When I was very young I use to pretend she tucked me in at night, a plain faced angel bearing a smile just for me, a smile everyone said was eerily like my own.
I wish I'd met her.
On the other hand, this anniversary marks under four days until my birthday, so I'd best get the remaining birthday prompts in *__*.