For the last seven months I’ve been a hermit, holed up on my own and keeping to myself.
[You know, doing the whole grief thing.]
Sometime in the recent past I noticed streams of stubborn, persistent sunlight sneaking through the slats of my down-turned window blinds.
Curious, I opened the front door with squinted and adjusting eyes to see that my entire yard was full of people.
At first I hurried back inside and shut the door.
Oh, my GOD! Who ARE all those people and what are they doing in my yard?!!
Gradually I went out among them.
They invited us to their houses for dinners and play dates and we invited them back...
They made us laugh.
They have us out and about, walking around our neighborhood.
"Let's go on an adventure!" The Rooster says.
I like thinking of our walks that way.
The other day we were strolling up a quiet, neighborhood street hand in hand letting the perfect evening breeze billow all around us.
I beamed, feeling happy.
I thought about the new people in our lives and the accompanying new social dynamics.
Do they like us as much as we like them? I wondered.
Then I thought of my Granny... how much I miss her... how much I have missed her.
I started to feel guilty for enjoying myself, but then I felt her presence all around me, everywhere.
Her fingertips were the breeze rustling the flowers from their beds.
“I want you to be happy,” she said.
Later, at the farmer’s market, I bought a pint of blackberries.
They were fat and juicy berries -- my favorite.
The Rooster, who loves them too, got nose deep in the box before we finished checking out.
As I watched her devour berry after berry, I thought about picking berries with my Granny and all the times she made blackberry dumplings for me.
Snapping back to the present, I realized that The Rooster intended to eat the entire pint of berries before we even left the store.
I started to say something but then I heard my Granny again.
“Everything is as it should be,” she said.
The sun is shining and everything is as it should be.