My dear sister Carolyn passed away November 12, 2017. She would have been 71 years old on March 18th of this year.
I was busy at Mama Jo's on the 18th of March. Pies to be made and served, customers coming and going. It was a good day at the shop.
But underneath it all, I was thinking about Carolyn.
How much I miss her.
How much she taught me - not just about living, but about dying, too.
It's a strange thing, grief. You can be in your normal day like I was; smiling, visiting, working, but that small tug on your heart reminds you of someone so special. It's just there sometimes.
It was on that day that four people came in for pie - a grandfather, his son and two grandsons on a "man trip". The grandfather, a 7th Grade history teacher from the Dallas area, was sharing his love of history with his family.
I had the best time visiting with them.... excited to see someone so passionate about history, and excited to see how he was teaching his grandsons through examples and feeling the love between them.
An ordinary day. An extrodinary exchange. I miss Carolyn so much. But this visit filled my heart, gave me joy and the realization that love doesn't end - it carries on. It shows up in uexpected places and lives on.
