Grandma…
Thanks for petitioning God on my behalf.
Thanks for giving me the gift of stability and sobriety.
Thanks for the itching insoles.
Teeny says it means I’ll be travelling soon
God knows I need to move.
I fear stagnating,
I quite literally feel as though my being will shatter into a gazillion atoms and I’ll just dissipate like water…
Grandma, your rest gave me the strength to wake up and face my life and declare my dreams into existence
You gave me the antidote to antipathy towards life
I no longer fear my destiny
I own it.
I embrace it fully.
Your rest gave me the antidote to stay smoke free and sober.
I was never a drunk but I was certainly intoxicated and immobilized by fear and desperation.
I often felt as though I was struggling against the tide of my vision and the currents of my divine direction.
In your transitioning, you reminded me that I’m an excellent swimmer,
And for that “Gram-ma!”
I’m forever grateful.
Rest in Power.
Your infinite capacity for love, abundance and forgiveness lives on.
Te quiero.
