BljHonor

I call my Grandmother my "sweet Latvian Gypsy." She was at one time the only
human being that I ever felt true love from. She had a difficult life during and
after the war. I could a often feel her pain of the losses she experienced when
one night many ,many moons ago, the SS came into her a house and took her
husband from her then sent her and her children to serve in prison camps.
Through her hardships and losses, she was the kindest strongest woman I have
ever met. She always showed unconditional love and always gave away roses
that she so proudly grew in her gardens. You never left her house feeling
hungry (which iexplains my sweet tooth.) She was funny and strict and I will
never forget how her hands felt inside mine., she had one crooked thumbnail.
She gave tarot readings using a simple deck of playing cards. Her greatest
advice to me was "Be strong Feya, Be Strong!" for that I honor her every
chance I can. I think it is important to remember our ancestors and what they
survived. It is important to never forget their wisdom and courage of their own
lives. Whenever I feel like the world has gotten to be too much, and I can not
take anymore, I remember my grandmother and all she survived in her life and I
kick my own butt and move on. My grandmother passed away a few years ago. I
have had struggles with that, grief is a strange and powerful emotion. But since
her passing my life has gotten better. I believe when our soulmates leave us
and go to the otherside, that they then use their magic, without human
obstacles, and they help us to create a better life. They do that by guiding us
with their spirit. My grandmothers last words to me were "I will always be
behind you pushing you forward even when you are famous." The famous part
was strange to me, but hey she was psychic! :) So as I walk this journey of
sharing spirit with others, I am bringing my sweet Latvian Gypsy with me each
step i take, she would not have had it any other way. Miss you granny xo

My Sweet Latvian Gypsy
February 17, 1913