by Candee Lawrence
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Wanting to swing by, walk right in, and head straight to the kitchen to snack on some banana bread while we chat. Missing getting a call from you that you'll be making pozole on Sunday so "come on by after church." And especially missing hearing your voice say, "come again!" as I walk out your door.
And on those days when I just can't seem to stop thinking about you, Gram, I embrace you. I buy banana bread, I make pozole, and I shed some tears too.I miss your face, your smile, your matter-of-fact, don't-take-no-nothing personality. And on those days when I just can't seem to stop thinking about you, Gram, I embrace you. I buy banana bread, I make pozole, and I shed some tears too. I'm reminded grief never ends but just changes. That my tears, this grief is not a sign of weakness, nor a lack of faith, but is the price of loving you so deeply. And I'm so grateful for such a love.
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