My Gran passed away a year ago today. Man, I miss her.
I think about her every single day. Sometimes in a major, weepy, meaning of life kind of way. Sometimes in simple, little ways. Today I had memories of her in the small things.
I bought myself a Christmas Cactus a few years back after noticing one in Gran's dining room window. It has never before bloomed at Christmas. Until this year.
Happy New Year, Gran. Love you.