love can fade.
love can grow.
love can change.
love is all.
love can hurt.
loving is still
worth it all.
when i close my eyes tightly, i can feel my grandma's hugs.
i didn't hug her very often.
but the temperature of her skin, the softness of it.
the tightness of her grip when it'd been awhile
since the last embrace.
it was always wonderful.
she made me feel worth a hug and more.
i miss her.
funny how touch and scent and sight
and hearing can all blend in to a
feeling.
remembering, and
missing.
miss you, Grandma Lorraine
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