Remembering

So once again, I go find shelter in the pages of my diary. I don’t expect it will help much at first. I’ve been doing that every day for a while now, but it’s more because I know I will feel even worse if I don’t.

But today, as I start writing about Grandma’s visit, I find memories of her coming back to me. The great times we spent together. Everything she taught me.

I remember when her husband’s mean son came to visit, and she taught us how to deal with adversity. I remember her kindness, and her optimism, and her ability to defuse any situation, just by seeing the light everywhere it may hide. Better yet, I read about it, in some of my past entries.

And now I do feel better. I feel like I can see the hidden light, too. That I know how to handle what life has thrown at me. Not just that, I think I know how to make things better, not just for me, but for us.