Memories are our scars.
They remind us of our falls
The falls we took to rise above.
My grandma died when I was twelve.
I had never felt true insanity until I was desperately clinging to any piece of her I could find.
I never felt my heart completely shatter until she was no longer there.
Even though I had always loved memories, I had never had the true appreation for memories until my ones of her became my life support, The ones I needed to survive.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night and making jello with her.
I remember losing her in the redwood forest and the relief when we found her again.
I remember her gently holding my hand and she slowly died from her horrendous pain.
I remember her.
These memories have made me a better person.
A more caring person.
A more self-sufficient person.
And a more hopeful person.
I thought I could have never live without you.
However, if I couldn't have your memories
If you had never been a part of my life
I would not be the person I am today
And the person I attain to be
Would always be beyond my reach.
Thank you for your memories.
Someday, I will once again wrap myself in your arms and smell your scent,
The scent of home.
However, I am forever grateful for your memories.
And forever grateful for the person you have helped me become, Both in your presence And your absence. Thank you.