My grandmother passed away in early October. I’m still getting used to the idea that I can’t write to her anymore. We had a short, lovely little memorial service for her, afterwards a few of the family friends came back to the house with us and we ate cheese and crackers and drank pino grigio (some of Grandma’s favorite things) and celebrated her life.
Being an introvert, and a sad one at that, I eventually huddled up on the couch with my sketch pad and watercolor crayons to listen to the conversation swirling around me. Since horses are one of the few things (only thing?) I know well enough to draw without a reference, I drew a horse. I drew an emerald horse.
Green and blue like the sea and seaweed on the beaches Grandma loved so well.