I want to say how much I miss her. There is not a day that goes by that she doesn't cross my mind. Especially now, since BOTH her children had their first children a few days apart (2-3 days) in September. I see her in those babies faces. All of this has made me sad...which makes it hard to write.
I don't know how many times I have set down here to write...and either couldn't think of anything to say, or wrote something and ended up deleting it. I even went to a writing class to get inspired and ended up crying.
So...today I decided that I would just write. If it turned out bad I would post it anyway. For me, writing has always been a way to vent. So, when the words get locked up in my head/heart...it gets swampy in here.
THAT is why I garden, too. It sets a part of me free.
So...here is to you, my Sister Arija Anne Scherrinsky-Irving. I miss you more than you could ever know.