Daily Mantra:
“Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.”
{emily.dickinson}
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My darling Mikki….I think she must be the sweetest witch in all the land. This is her THIRD year as a witch…maybe she picks it because its so contrary to her personality. I am just not sure, but here we are again as a witch. Witches are divine though…a {hello} to another day of witchery, ghosts and ghouls….
also, a goodbye….
My grandmother Dorothy Warren passed away late last evening. When I met her, I was 5 years old, angry about my parents divorce, and not too keen on adding any more family members to my already confusing life. I can still remember my very first moment with her…stepping out of my mothers old, blue Thunderbird with a sully look on my face. She embraced me and buried my head into her body as if she had always known me.
“Do you like Rocks?” She asked.
“Umm…sure.” I said, faux shy {I am not a shy person…but I play one on TV}.
She grabbed my hand as if I was the only one that ever mattered in the world and we walked up the pine needle laced drive way to the garage attic where she showed me a world of amazing I had never seen before. As a middle school science teacher, she had spent half a lifetime collecting rocks, shells, weird things that appeal to the ages of 5-really old, and a sense of adventure that could only be compared to an Amazon explorer in search of the worlds most perfect leaf. My other grandma’s, although wonderful, could not compare to the excitement that Grammy Dot could give. Dress-up, anyone? She had the REAL outfits. A nature walk? She had the nets. A girl scout patch that you had to earn by Monday or your leader would have a cow? She had just the thing to blow her away, and make those other green chicks look like a clover with only 2 leaves. Want to play volleyball, bad mitten, baseball? She could organize it like it was a world event, and then beat your socks off.
Do you ever just meet someone who is unexpectedly brilliant….? That was her.
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Hats off to a simply divine lady…I am not feeling sad tonight…just lucky.
Happy Halloween!
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Mandy, I’m so sorry about your grandmother. What a sweet tribute to her. I love Mikki’s witch costume. My DD did the witch thing more than once too. There are so many cute different witch outfits you could do it every year and look different every year. Was today closing day on your house?
Oh what a beautiful witch! I think she is more like the “real” northern witch who was kind and smart and not all surgery like Glinda who was actually from the south. Beautiful captures! And a beautiful memory of your grandmother. I am sorry for her passing, thank you for sharing.
What lovely things to say about your grandmother. I am so sorry for your loss, but glad you have such wonderful memories of her.
Your little witch is adorable.
Micki surely IS a divine witch! She is a doll no matter what she is wearing!
Your grandma sounds like an truly amazing soul. You are lucky to have had her grace your life as she did… I have a sneaking suspicion she helped shape you into the amazingly creatively brilliant soul YOU are as well, and you didn’t even realize she was doing it. How awesome to have someone like that in your life. And how amazing that you have all of those wonderful memories of her to look back upon and smile, and to share with your own girls.
I’m happy you can see your grandma’s passing with such a kind heart and thankful soul. your words are inspirational and made me teary eyed thinking of my own trip to my grandmothers house at age 8 for the divorce.
Thank you for sharing.
On a fun note, wicked pictures of Mikki. Love em.
Mikki is, beyond measure, the spunkiest witch I’ve ever seen. If I had a costume like that, I think I’d wear it everyday… never mind every Halloween.
Mikki and Beckett must share a wavelength. He just had his third Halloween as Darth Vadar.
Your post has given me a new life’s ambition… to be unexpectedly brilliant. What a gift.