I miss her. My grandma. I miss the world she represents- warm naps in kind arms, dinners lovingly prepared without thought for what is "healthy", laughter, childhood and an unconditional love that beams from behind spectacles inches thick and bordered by grime and plastic.
I don't feel prepared for this world we live in. I never really have. I just keep moving forward one step at a time, with an eye on the horizon, watching for signs of rain.