When I see a lighthouse, whether in person or in a picture, I feel like it's my grand mothers way of telling me, "It's okay baby girl, I'm still with you."
May marks the 6th year without her. I miss her so SO much. Her smell, they way she called "Baby girl" to me. I miss watching Ice Skating every Holiday season with her and her stories about Costa Rica where she use to reside before coming back to Texas. I miss her beach house that was destroyed by Hurricane Ike a couple of years back. I miss her poodle, Tiger.
Suffice to say this past year has been a tough one. There is not a day that passes that I haven't reminisced her existence on earth with us. I'm often flooded and consumed by memories of her that it has become obnoxiously overwhelming to others. I'd get up every morning to the smell of my ex-boyfriends parents smoking cigarettes and brewing coffee and express to him that his house smelled like my grand mother, sometimes taking offense to this he'd say, "Uh, thanks... it's always good to know that you associated the smell of my house to your grand mothers addiction to coffee and cigarettes" and having to remind him that it was a good thing, at least in my opinion. It's not that often I get a hint of that smell and as strange as it sounds, a smell I'm fond of and cherish.
About Me
- Nicole
- I'm thoughtful, imaginative, cultured and creative. I see the beauty in everything, and try to be happy to the fullest extent. I am going back to school to get my Bachelors in Education to become a teacher. I have a passion for educating and being educated. I'm a bit of a homebody but also enjoy going out and being around friends. Things that make me happy are being around friends and family, animals, seeing an old couple holding hands. I turn to gush.
