She Wore It Well

She hasn't even been gone a week and somehow it feels like so much time has passed between the moment her spirit left her body and this one. Time is a strange thing, it's measurable, but counting the time and feeling it as it passes are very different. I'm only a year older, but I feel as though in one year I've aged ten. Yet, I still look at life as if I have all of it ahead of me, and that, I got from my Granny. Patty Jean was so many things; mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, grandmother, and friend. I have never met a person who knew her and didn't love her, nor have I met someone who once having met her could get enough of her. Everything about her was infectious!