Sitting in front of me today was a young girl - maybe in her mid-twenties - situated next to her grandmother with her arm resting easily around her grandmother's shoulder.
My brain immediately flashed back to many, many similar and precious moments I had had with my own grandmother, sitting right next to her with my arm flung proudly around her tiny shoulders. And as I went back to those memories, the feeling I would feel in those moments, washed over me.
I felt good. Not just "good" in the generic sense of the word. But I felt pure. Like I was good, like things were good, like there was hope and kindness and goodness. It's because she embodied all of those things. She oozed goodness and kindness and love and humility. It surrounded her. And each time I was with her I felt it.
And I realized tonight how much I miss accessing that goodness. How she was a regenerating force for me. She replenished my humanity and made me remember the things that are important in life. She wouldn't say much, other than wish me happiness and health and success, but there was something about her that helped me to recalibrate.
I miss her. So much.
(In this picture she is with my niece. This was taken only one month before she passed, on my last visit to see her. She was an angel.)