My grandma always said, “Remember to look at the clouds,” then she’d wave her hand, shake her head and make a contented sound. I understood her, she meant for me to stay aware of the possibilities from my own point of view.
And so it was that I saw this magnificent hat on my way to a meeting shortly after finding out that Betty was gone. Still. Magic.
That is a beautiful image, and I’m so sorry that you lost your beloved Betty. She must have been a wonderful person, and what a blessing that your girls knew her. I wish every day that my boys had known my grandmother, but I try to talk about her all the time. Thinking of you.