Reminiscing of Angels

Timing is an interesting thing for me. I've always been a bit obsessed with time, sometimes to the point where I can't stop looking at the clock. I like watching the hands move further and further through the numbers of the minutes, hours, and seconds until I realize the moment I was waiting for already came and went. It's mesmerizing to me. 

While thinking about time, I had the date on my mind as well. Yesterday was the three year mark of my grandmother's passing. Usually I never like to think of how horrible that time was for me and my family, but now, so long after the fact, remembering the events surrounding that day don't leave me as hollow as once before. I know that she is gone, but nonetheless her memory and the impression of here is still here in my mind and my heart. Perhaps she is even looking out for me in some cosmic way. I had a good cry yesterday morning about her, looking at a picture I took of her only a month or so before she passed. I love that I was able to take that photo of her when she was so happy and still vibrant, but even now I have a hard time looking at it without sadness. To my surprise, a few hours later I received a call about a job I had applied for a few weeks ago, asking me to come in for an interview. Totally unexpected. 

Maybe she heard me and thought to give me a joyous moment? Never will I know, but I will certainly make sure to keep looking out for signs of her influence or presence. 

Love you, grandma xoxox