This is a picture of my gramma. I LOVE this picture. It captures her spirit. Her love of life. Her freedom. Everything I loved about my gramma is in THIS picture. I didn’t know THIS teen, but in this picture, I see her future. I see the woman I WILL know. I see a woman who has a style that I love when she is 50, 60, and older. I see a woman who loves life. I see a Gramma who moons the valley with her grandkids. I see a woman who will tell those same grandkids that HER 100 acres are THE 100 acre woods. Pooh Bear lived there. I swear. I see the woman that had sweets for the kids no matter WHAT. You didn’t have to give her notice. Her pantry was READY. I see the woman that will pay me to clean her house even though NOW, I know that she probably went behind me and RE-did all that I got “paid” to do. Even though this gramma is not alive today, she stays with me. She is in my mother’s hands. I hear her in certain music. I see her in my face. I see and feel her in my garden. I smell her in my roses. I water my Garden, and she is there. I feel her in fabric. When Christmas is here, I see her in the overly sparkly and over the top ornament that I have to have. I touch her in my wrapping paper. I taste her in my soup. I see her in my love for friends and family. I see, feel, touch, and taste her everywhere. I realize that no matter how long she has been gone from me, I will carry her forever. My sons will carry her, and not even realize it. Because all that I see as a part of her in me, they will only remember as ME. This must be how it is that a person can live in legacy forever. Generations at a time. My only hope is that my legacy will be as sweet as this teenager’s. Loving life, and not afraid to show it. Life is so short. How do I tell everyone I love what they mean to me? How do I make sure all that I have learned is known to them as well? I can only pray that my life will season theirs in the same way that my Gramma’s spice for life has left a lasting flavor in my own…..