Dick & Dale

My grandparents represent something for me that is visceral. Last week my Samantha Dale passed away. I am very sad that the ability to make new memories are gone. I am sad because I am really going to miss her. Like, a lot. 

I am so grateful that she was mine and that I was hers. She told me things that I didn’t always love to hear and things that I didn’t always believe but she taught me so much in the things she brought up and moved through than I can truly define. It wasn’t always the words the majority of the time it was the feelings, the emotions, that taught me the most about love and compassion.  I remember in my most insecure times she would tell me that I was beautiful and worth loving and at the same time point out that I had no boobs. Somehow she made the things that seemed so “big” in my world feel so very small in comparison to other things. She made me laugh thinking about those things. They were just things. Just insecurities.