"Heaven is a place on Earth"
I get to go back to Praha on Sunday night. Arriving on Monday will be such a gift. I feel my grandmother there. It’s funny how you just realize where you come from, where you inherently belong. My first time there, almost a year ago, I found my way through every street, alone as D was working. I never felt more confident in myself there. My grandmother has been a little since one year passed, and I’m so proud to get to go back to where has her roots. There is something in me, that I feel so connected there. It’s as if she is still alive, and telling me what to do, and where to go. It makes me want to cry a little bit thinking about it. It feels as if I am going home, which in actuality, is a beautiful feeling. I am going to wander the streets of Praha, and think of her constantly, and hope she knows. I wish I could send her a postcard still, as I have done in my many travels. I can’t. Internally though, I will send her a postcard from my heart, and knowing that she watches over me and knows how much I love where she came from and that I get to walk on land she walked over so many years ago. Bless her heart, and my grandfather’s. To think that I probably will walk over her footsteps is a gift.