Grandma Daisy is gone. I think about her and miss her. Why has it effected me so much? I didn't live near her. I didn't always agree with her. I couldn't really say we were close, whatever that means. So what is it that I'm feeling?
I can say that I learned a lot from her through the years. I appreciated her generosity and support. More recently, she was all that remained in San Carlos to represent my married life and its roots. But there's still something else.
I think it's this: She felt like a mother figure to me--not exactly a mom, but a representative of the older generation--the wiser, more experienced vanguard. Now that she's gone, I feel like I'm IT.
(Of course, my little mother is here, but her role has changed gradually.)
