It’s four years since this precious woman went on ahead of me. I still miss her deeply.
Cinderella had a fairy for a godmother. While that sounds very exciting, I would not trade with her. My godmother is a wit, a craftswoman, a goat-keeper and a dear soul. Today, that dear soul departed, and I cannot say how much she will be missed.
I call her my godmother, but I think I always considered her a grandmother. My biological grandmothers both died before I was born, one step-grandmother died shortly after my birth. Of the other two step-grandmothers, one was kind but quiet and the other was so different from me in personality that it was difficult for us to relate. I loved them, but Anne was closer to me.
In her kitchen was a wall of what looked like ancient and cruel devices of torture. I remember playing the “what does that one do” game quite often. She would tell my brother and I “that one…
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jubilare 
May 17th, 2016 at 8:11 am
Thank you for sharing this.
May 17th, 2016 at 8:49 am
To the honored dead. *raises glass*
May 17th, 2016 at 8:13 am
*hugs*
I can’t believe it’s coming up on 1 year for my mother already. I’m relapsing a bit as that date approaches. When the heart breaks, it breaks deeply.
May 17th, 2016 at 8:51 am
*hugs tightly* I can’t believe it either. And aye, it does. I think it heals, eventually, but the scars still ache.
You know I am here. Lean away.
May 17th, 2016 at 9:06 am
Aches like this one are good – keeps the memories. How lucky you were to have her in your life.
May 17th, 2016 at 9:10 am
Aye, true on both counts.