My step-grandma died 2 days ago. For the past week and now, every day during meditation I wish her happiness and peace in her next life. And I imagine us holding hands when I was really young as we walked around her and Grandpa’s farm house, our yearly visits to the doll museum, sitting in the meadow underneath the house by the stream having a picnic, eating recently-thawed peaches that she took out of the freezer especially for me during my visits, her puttering around the kitchen, the garden, and the compost bin (my 1st experience with compost), playing Scrabble with her and Grandpa by the fire in the living room while it snowed outside, assembling huge puzzles, her tucking me in at bedtime. And more recently, calling her for my brother’s favorite apple sauce recipe. She was newly engaged (Grandpa died years ago). I didn’t know because I hadn’t talked with her for a year. With love, to Greta.