Her chair

This may just seem like an ordinary chair to anyone else, but to me, it is one of my most
treasured possessions. It is the chair my Gram owned for many, many years and sat in often.
It is the chair that I slept in, next to her bedside, during the last two nights we had together
before she passed away, experiencing some of the most sacred hours of my life. It is the chair
I was sitting it when my Heavenly Father sent me a miracle, through my Gram, before I had to
leave her side to go home, just hours before she was released from this life. It is the chair my kind
mom gave me a few months back, because she knew my Gram would want me to have it. It is the
chair I sit in often and pray and cry and laugh and talk to my Gram and wish with every part of
my heart I could hear her respond. I can feel how close she is to me and how involved she is in my
life every single day. I'm just greedy and sometimes ache to hear her say, "Well, hello my Linny,"
like she did every day for more than fourteen years. I'm so blessed to have this small, yet
wonderful to me, reminder of our relationship and how it is so very not over. And never will be.