light and shadow

It has warmed up and I'm busy. And tired.
The day before my 28th birthday my grandmother passed on. An icon vanished. Here one day and gone the next. I know it happened and I don't know. I said goodbye and yet I still expect to see her when I go to her house. I guess for me she was sort of the sun. My world revolved around her life. And I took her presence for granted.
It happens all the time. We are all just links between generations. These are the last years of "the greatest generation". A decade and a half, give or take, and we will see most all of them go. Their memories of the depression, wars that ended victorious, and old values and ideas that made me sigh and roll my eyes but were nontheless reassuring to hear, will fade from our culture.
My parents' mortality looks me in the eye now. The whole world has taken on a different hue for me and maybe it's just tiring to adjust. Anyway, I'm going to go take a nap. It's still spring and I've got dandelion season on the tip of my tongue as well as raspberry leaf harvest and fences to put in, seeds to plant and I need my rest.