Sunday

Sunday has always been my favorite day of the week. I'm not sure why but Sunday has always seemed to have a gentleness, a softness about it. For some reason, the birds seem to sing a little happier, the sun seems a little brighter and life usually seems a little better on Sundays. Today is Sunday and I'm missing the special feeling I usually have in my heart on Sunday because on this date 3 years ago my grandmother passed away. To say I loved her very much doesn't even come close to expressing how I felt about her. It was much more than that, there are no words to describe how much I loved my grandmother or what a big part of my life she was.
I have felt a little off the past few days but didn't really understand why. Until I woke up this morning, consciously I didn't realize that today was the day she passed away. I guess because she was so much a part of me, my soul, my inner being has some type of internal clock that can sense when this day comes every year.