So far away
During this time of year I am always taken back to the days when my grandparents were alive. Walking into the house and smelling the wonderful aroma of my granny's cooking and hearing her laugh at something that one us did. Listening to my papa having all of the grandchildren gathered around him tell stories of the days when he was young. My all time favorite was when he set the barn and mule on fire! He was so animated. I seem to think each year that they are slipping farther away from me, but when the holidays come around the pain becomes almost overwhelming again. I will never understand exactly why they were ripped from our lives so soon or why it seemed so unfair that they were the ones taken and not others. I miss them. The days I spent with them I will forever cherish. I certainly wish they could have been there in person to watch me marry the love of my life and give me the advice that I need when we hit those rocky spot...