Gemotions

The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the empty living room. Sarah slowly picked through the contents of a small, wooden box. She’d been dreading this task. It was filled with her grandmother's things, things that held the very essence of her.

Amongst the delicate lace and faded photographs, she found it. A draft of her grandmother's resignation from the church choir. The neatly typed words described a falling out over differing opinions about the music. Sarah was surprised – it was a side of her grandmother she’d never known.

She felt a rush of feeling. She remembered the sweet sound of her grandmother's voice, her unwavering faith, the comforting aroma of incense and polish from Sundays in the church. She was a little girl again, sitting in the pews, listening to the soaring melodies. She felt a profound sense of loss, and a deep appreciation for the complexities of a life well-lived.