Broken hearts

This week I had to break my little girls’ hearts and tell them that their grandmother died. She was the kind of grandmother they don’t make anymore, baking bread and sewing clothes with the girls in between her trips around the world. It was quite unexpected and has made for a very difficult week for everyone. There is much crying, and there will be for a while, and there should be. At the same time, there is yard work to be done and roads in the Helderbergs to be climbed. Life goes on, just a little harder.