Easter With My Grandmother

By Ayrwyn Cousins

My grandma passed away in June 2015, and I often wish that I had been given more time with her. It’s confusing when you miss someone who you did not have the time to get to know. Easter reminds me of her. She loved spending Easter with our family. We would all drive out to her old, green-coloured house in the River Valley and paint eggs together. Her whole house would smell like vinegar from the egg dye. Her house had a warm and comfortable feeling to it. It was not a huge house, but not tiny either. She always had these crazy, colourful bowls and plates out. My grandma loved things like that. After the eggs were done we would admire our work and eventually eat them. Afterwards my sibling and I would go out and play in the front yard, and my family would watch from the porch laughing at our screams and laughs of delight. We especially loved to play in her garden which was always extremely beautiful, and well-kept.

My grandma Lily had the warmest spirit. My mom keeps a garden now, and we always say how we can feel her presence there, she is our sun on cold rainy days. My grandmother loved flowers, and the colour royal blue especially. Easter is such a colourful time, and while I do not really paint eggs anymore, I still think about her every Easter and wonder what it would be like if she were still here. I am grateful for the memories I have of her. She was truly one of a kind, and I do not think I will ever meet someone quite like her ever again. My grandma is a fire that never burns out. She might be gone, but she still lives on in my family’s hearts, and in the sun, wind, rain, clouds, and warmth of the spring and summer. I love you, grandma.