My grandma used to tell the best stories. They were always full of angels, and fairies, and The Little Red Riding Hood definitely lived in the forest behind her house.
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struggling faith
If only my grandma were here now.
I miss you dearly
Wind-chime laughter, apple slices set neatly on a plate. Primroses, rosaries, and fairy tales set in a nearby forest. A white horse, childhood anecdotes, and snarky comments. Wafers, herbs, crossword puzzles. Soup operas she’d brief us on as soon as we came in every time we visited. It’s Wednesday morning, and my brother is knockingContinueContinue reading “I miss you dearly”
