Dancing in the Rain
One of my most cherished memories with Grandma is from when I was little and stayed the night at her house with my cousin Megan. A soft summer rain began to fall, and instead of keeping us indoors, Grandma encouraged us to go outside and dance. So we did—barefoot, laughing, spinning in the rain, completely free.
She stood by the door, smiling with so much love, watching us with a heart full of joy. In that moment, she was living through us—through our laughter, our wonder, our play. That memory has stayed with me as one of the purest moments of love and freedom I've ever known. It's a core memory I carry so dearly in my heart.
Now, I like to think she’s still dancing—with the clouds, in the rain, in the sky above.
And she always will be—dancing in the sky and forever in our hearts.