The ones we love.

Today, I scrolled down my phone....bored. Then, a name flitted across my screen, Grandma Marroletti. I scrolled back down to her name, and sat down. Tears filled my eyes as I thought I should probably delete it. I would never be able to call my sweet white-haired grandma, not to chat or to ask a question. I would never hear her soft voice across the line strong with wisdom, yet gentle in the same sentence.

It's been 6 months...it still hurts. I guess love is like that. When you loose someone you love the hurt never goes away you simply learn how to deal with it. You learn how to look back; and smile, then laugh about the good times we shared. You learn how to not see her pained expression as she fought cancer for the third time, but you see her thoughtful face sewing my Easter dress so I could be the belle of the ball come Easter Sunday.

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket - safe, dark, motionless, airless - it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”
CS Lewis