The storm is passing.

You are in the middle of the calm.

I will be asked to eulogize my Grandmother when she passes. I will decline. I know it’s coming. I’m the eldest Grandchild. We are exceptionally close. Everyone will expect me to do it. It has been whispered behind my back, but… I will not. I won’t have the composure needed to stand among others and tell them of the strength I’ve known in a single woman for my entire life.

What you have written here is your heart, freshly wrung out, shaken up, and laid bare for others to consume. That takes strength. Your father would be proud. I have no doubt about that. And the longer, upcoming tribute? It will be just what it needs to be, when you need it to simply be.

Peace and continued blessings, alto.

*big hugs*

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