but rather openings in Heaven
where the love of our lost ones
pour through and shine down upon us
to let us know they are happy.
I believe my grandma is happy now that she is with my grandpa and her daughter. I can only image the reunion that was bestowed to her on Christmas night. And even though I feel like I needed to say more to her, tell her that "I Loved Her" one more time, I know that she knows I did and still do. I'll be talking to her and I know that she will be listening, I'll just need to watch for the signs to tell me she heard me. And even if I don't see them, I know she will always be watching over me.
Miss you and I'll see you again one day. Love your granddaughter.