Day 3,569

The Garden for Grama

Saturday was the most perfectly beautiful day to remember my dearly missed Grandmother. Those closest to her gathered at a local rose garden to celebrate a selfless woman who loved fiercely and gave in abundance. She was the proverbial glue to our family—the one who managed to hold all the moving parts together with dignity, compassion, grace, and care. We miss her more than words can communicate, but through tears and smiles alike, our family honored her life and memory with stories shared and truths told.

Our Nana passed away in November, and though the wounds of her departure from this earth have begun the process of healing, coming together in support of each other, Mom, and Papa was such a uplifting moment for my heart. Sitting next to him, watching her, and sharing sweet smiles, fun songs, and old memories while sitting among Nan’s people and plants was a joy. The shoes pictured above are the ones he wore to his wedding 44 years ago and the song we played for him was the one that still causes his face to light up. 

We miss you, Grandma Colleen. 

And forevermore, every time I plant a plant, see a slug, shop antiques, or smell that candle, you’ll be close to my heart and the smile on my lips. 

Following her memorial, we gathered at Mom’s to share more laughs, a bbq supper, birthday cake, and board games. 



She would’ve loved to be here for all the festivities. Ah, my heart. I love you so much, Gram.