moments of memory

i miss her. i will always miss her until we are united again. its something i daily struggle with. sometimes the distance between makes you closer than ever. she lived in sweden. i lived in san diego. she would bake swedish bread, and cinnamon rolls from scratch. i would prepare tea parties and fun. she would stay with us, in the hut that i now live in.  she unfortunately departed from us 11 years ago. she was the only person that i confided in. i've always been told how much i am like her. down to how i look, to my mannerisms. even as time goes by, there is not one day that i don't think about my moments of memories growing up and spending those precious moments with her. but even though i miss her dearly, i know that i will see her again. and when i do, i will finally meet my grandfather, who passed before i was born.

 it's so important to remember the people in our lives who have changed us into the persons we are today. living the direction that God has set before me and following it, i know that it's because of her that i didn't end things the way that i thought i wanted it to end. in part, it's because of her that i looked beyond what i desired and was led to God. She helped me to see that God loves me so much and would never let me fall. so i listened. took up my cross and followed God. 4 years ago, i wouldn't have thought that i would find myself here. i had something else planned for my so called life. but through her and God leading me, i found the greatest happiness and fulfillment of all: love.