It's been one year since I lost my Grandma. One year since I got the phone call that changed my life. One year since my Dad and his sisters lost their Mom.
One year in which she wasn't at parties, birthdays, or holidays. One year in which she didn't call just to check in. One year in which visits to Savannah didn't consist of visits with her. One year in which Georgia football had one less, very enthusiastic, fan cheering them on.
If I could pick one word for last year, it would be loss. Between the loss of my Grandma, friends, Mr. P's grandfather, jobs, and a home we loved, 2012 was hard. And sort of awful. I spent a lot of last year counting in terms of "without". My first birthday without my Grandma. First party thrown without her help. First Christmas without her. The whole year had an overall sense of sadness.
Now, it's a new year. And since so far it's already started off a bit better than 2012, I'm hoping it will be a year with a bit more positive spin on it. One can only hope anyway.
It's been one year. One year and I still miss her more than I even knew possible. One year and I still can't think of her without my throat getting tight. One year.
I miss you Grandma. That's really what it boils down to. I just plain miss her.