I’ve been missing my grandma a lot lately. I think that as I mother my little girl more, I think about my own mother more, which in turn makes me think of her mother more.

I am eating some black jelly beans right now. I thought they were gross when I was little, but Grandma told me they were the best. I started eating them with her and grew to love them. We used to pick them out of the dish on the Easter table together.

Last Easter was the last major holiday she celebrated with us. It was a special time  and Grandma was always so proud when her family got together. She looked so beautiful that day. It seems like a lot of families begin to splinter apart after losing the matriarch. I am so glad that we are going to continue to get together this year. I think Grandma would like that very much.