Keturah Vics
I've been typing and erasing for about 30 minutes now because I'm at a loss for words. From the time I was young, "going to see grandma" was always one of my favourite things to do. Not only because it meant amazing food and some sort of cute and thoughtful gift, but because I got to leave home and go be in the middle of the woods with my whole family. The sound of gravel hitting the bottom of the car will never stop bringing me back to the long dirt road in Middleburgh. The older I got and the less frequent visits over the river and through the woods became, the more I began to cherish my grandmother and who she was in my life. Grandma was kind, caring, and always able to give me perspective on my life that only a grandmother like Deb could have. She taught me that I was strong and allowed to say no to nonsense entering my life and at the same time, always kept me humble. She fostered my creativity and reminded me of the importance of hard work over the easy way. She understood the stubborn little girl that wanted her way and was always able to tell me what I needed to hear to continue pushing through without making things harder for myself. In the past few years, seeing her face light up when I walked through the door is what kept me coming back with fish fries and Villa Italia. By knowing me so well, she taught me how important family is and that there is a role in life that only your family can play in helping you grow into who you are meant to be. She was the backbone that kept our family celebrating life together for years. Remembering her smile and the sound of her voice will always remind me to love unconditionally and to live honestly, and to always be creative and never lazy. There's a hole in my heart that she alone was able to fill. To gram, I love you and miss you dearly. Thank you for choosing to share your life with me.
All the love in the world,
Keturah
Tuesday December 12, 2017 at 3:51 pm