Remembering my Grandmother today. Every day, actually. She was the shining light that kept our family together, the Moon around which we gathered at the holidays. The living place of my world. She made Easter an adventure every year in my childhood. She would hide stuff all over the place. I actually glimpsed the Easter bunny at her house once when I was small. Of course, no one actually »believes in the Easter bunny. But many of our myths have origins we cannot imagine, are too timid to even consider.

She would caution me against eating too much candy. ‘You’re going to get diabetes!’ she’d say. This after pouring three tablespoons of brown sugar on the cinnamon toast she just made me.

She was a warrior of the heart, and came from a time where you could barely get one potato to feed a family of 6 in the frozen hinterlands of the Great North… when she passed away, it was the last gasp of anything resembling family in my world.

I like to think, sometimes, that she went to the other world to prepare a place for us when we would eventually join her. Though, sometimes, time is strange, and our grandparents become… our children.