A couple days after she passed away, we celebrated Thanksgiving. Our large, extended family of 30+ was sad and grieving. It was hard to celebrate anything. Someone set out paper plates for our Thanksgiving meal and I knew Grandma would have objected. With my short legs, I crawled up the chair where I loudly objected, "THIS IS THANKSGIVING, AND WE DO NOT EAT ON PAPER PLATES."
Everyone looked at me and knew that grandma wasn't gone entirely. There was a little piece of her in me, and in everyone else.
I love you and miss you dearly, grandma. And I'll try to do the firecracker personality justice. xoxo