Always

i think of my grandmother every single day.not a second goes by in life that i dont miss her.tonight as i made mashed potatoes i used her old potatoe masher.u know the kind with the wooden handle and metal end.she used it all the time.when she passed away it became mine, my husband says to me all the time u have a perfectly good electric mixer why do u use that one? i smile and say because my grandmother always did.sometimes i can almost feel her hands on mine as i grip the wooden handle.almost.time doesnt heal all wounds and make the pain fade.we just get use to living with it.its been over 8 yrs since she passed away.i go on living but i dont ever stop loving or missing my grandmother.