Two Weeks Later

I was intending to write another post but I got ridiculously busy with work and then I got pretty much some of the worst news I could have received a few days ago: I lost my grandmother. These words sting and drip with regret as I naively thought that this day would never come. Yet it did, and now I have to face the absence of a woman who sculpted me to be as strong and knowledgable about the world as she was. It broke my heart to see her laying in the casket, knowing that if I said anything to her that there would be no response. She was and is to this day, the quintessential grandmother and role model. I am missing her dearly although there is a wave of shock that is not allowing me to fully accept her death.

This is the woman who introduced me to tea parties and jinn rummy. We would spend hours and hours just drinking tea, nibbling on ginger snaps and playing each other. I still remember the one game where I finally beat her and I ripped the score chart out of the notebook and hung it on my wall. Anyways, she made tea a special part of the day, this luxurious time where we could just sit down with a cup of tea and pretend we were these, well-to-do women who had nothing better to do but enjoy the finer things in life. Looking back now, I think this is really where I get my fascination with tea and coffee from, it is not just a pick me up or a chore; it really is up to you to take the time and enjoy what is in your hands. Are you with someone special, important to you? Take a moment and think about where you are in that moment, in that day, in that week, month and year. Think about it hard because someday you will not be able to enjoy that moment ever again.