Last night I dreamed of my grandmother’s garden. I was there watering, cat watching from the screened door.

I woke with a lump in my throat. In my not yet awake mind it was as if she just left. Annie Jones, my maternal grandmother. I miss her dearly. So as Sam got ready for work…I sat with my coffee, three cats at my feet, tears rolling down my face.

And sometimes the best thing to do is to let the tears fall from where they came. Water your souls garden with memories that are precious. Missing someone special is bittersweet.

Art prescription: Allow yourself to feel loss. Tears are cleansing. Then pull out some old pictures and smile. Whoever you miss still loves you!