I drank to write this.

I drank not to drown sorrows, but because an amazing woman needed a celebratory cheers for her long life. A wonderful woman, my grandmother Marcy Svoboda, died this morning. Her soul has been reunited with the Earth; to give growth to the beauty of flowers and the newborn life this spring.

Cheers, Grandma.

Cheers to a woman who spoiled her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. You will be remembered in plates of melted cheese. You will be remembered in Grandma Soup. You live on in loved patched jeans, milk glass shoes and scrapbooks. You will never leave us for hand-strung lace wedding gowns and long wedding veils hold your love in them. In a millions ways while we continue through time on this Earth, your life will be remembered.

I drank to write this,

Because I cannot say all there is to say. I cannot tell you how she is missed, how she is loved, or how she is remembered. But she is never gone, I believe she lives on in each of us. May my family always be blessed with Grandma rolls and Hoska. May we always tell of times where her laughter filled the room. May Marcy’s humor, selfless love and strength be genetic to our children, and their children after them.

Cheers, Grandma. I love you.