Echoes.

I miss my grandmother.
I miss a family that was held together.
One that would have thrown me congratulations during this time and one that would have banded together for celebrations like my future family is.
Showers and parties and suggestions…

I miss them all, actually.

I’m glad bits if my home remind me of her. The ugly pink chair, the strangely patterned couch. She’d have loved them making me feel more at home here.. Glad they moved with me after she passed.

I wish I could hug her right now.