You taught me about gardening.
You taught me about cooking.
You taught me how to be tough (though I’ll never be), but also tender.
I’ll miss your rye bread, strawberry-rhubarb jelly, cabbage pockets, and cookies. Your fresh fruits and veggies, your beautiful flowers.
I’ll miss being your “little helper"- even well into my 30s.
I’ll miss seeing you fall asleep in your chair with a crossword puzzle across your chest, or hearing about all the books you’re reading.
I’ll miss talking about so many memories, and just having you in the same room.