A superwoman received her wings

A superwoman received her wings

My grandmother was a legend. It still feels raw to refer to her in past tense. Mainly because even though she is gone in the physical I know her presence lies within everyone she touched. LaMae Collis did not have a middle name. But you would find that she was not lacking in identity nor character. You see, I’ve lived with my grandmother for the most important parts of my life. She has been through every pivotal moment, highs and lows. Imagining a life without her was not in the plans. I thought I’d have a grandchild to show her. A grandchild for her to nurse, cuddle, swaddle. I wanted my child to have what I had in her. I thought she had more time.

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What could have been.

I spotted him as the bus pulled up. He was around six-foot-two, the color of hot chocolate with touch of whip cream. He had broad shoulders, strong hands and a beard I unexpectedly loved. It was neat and framed his face. I instantly thought about how his beard would feel tickling my lips. I was blushing as I walked up to him. It was awkward but no more than to be expected. We were both a little reserved, lots of smiling. I stopped at the hotel and he stayed in the lobby while I went upstairs to freshen up. We decided to head out and catch the tail end of brunch at one of his favorite spots.  Things started to ease up a bit. Unlimited mimosas will help most people get comfortable. The champagne bubbles had me warm and relaxed. By the end of our third drink our friendly banter eased into a familiar yet unknown place.

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