What do I do when I can't sleep? I write, among other things. And tonight, I write and work and write and think.
Tonight, I carry her name. (I carry it with me.) Genevieve. It sits in between my first and last name, and has always been one of my favorite things. The only grandparent I've ever known is her, so naturally, she's my favorite. The rest have all passed, gone on. She has remained and has given me an example of a woman who knew her worth, even more than I think she'd give herself credit for.
I know no one lives this life perfectly. My grandmother would tell you that. My memories of her are good. And sometimes hard. But mostly endearing, honest, strong.
...excerpt from the blog.