One of the precious memories I have of my Grandmother when I was
growing up in rural Nova Scotia was she would say upon seeing a big yellow
butterfly such as the picture, "Summer has arrived" Anytime I see one of those big yellow butterflies not only does it remind me of my Grandmother but makes me feel like she's near to me in Spirit.
My Grandmother was the only grandparent I knew and it no doubt made the relationship with her that much more special. For the first eleven years of my life we lived on the same road. A stones throw away from each other and I recall many times sitting in the kitchen of my Grandmother's home, me in a chair by the window that looked out over a field and Grammy sitting in her rocking chair and the both of us chatting an afternoon away.
My Grandmother had a wonderful sense of humor, one of which I'm not sure she realized the depth of her own capacity to make people laugh. There were times when she would say something evoking laughter from those in the room and yet she would have a puzzled look on her face a if to say, "What did I say that was so funny."
She was a joy to know and taught me alot about unconditional love.
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