I Miss Her

I miss Her. She was such a wonderful, kind, warm, silly, smart, funny, brave, patient, impish, comforting, loving, giving Grandma. She was the best. I don't speak of her much, the wound is still deep, the loss still feels so fresh. It's been almost six years. I know it's been a long time, yet it feels like yesterday. I miss the smell of her oil of Olay. I bought a bottle of it right after she died, so I could open it up and feel like she was right there with me. I miss the way she would hold my hands. She had such little hands, so soft, and wrinkly. She hated how wrinkled they had become. She made me feel so loved. I love you, Gram.