Owls.

I've noticed, recently, like as in this year, I've grown this fondness to owls that I've never had before. I'm not sure what it stems from but if I had to pin it to something, I'd guess, my grandmother.



She's been gone over a year now (Jan. 19th of 2009) and she collected owls. To be completely honest, it's the ONLY thing I can think of that she ever collected or seemed to enjoy (knick knack wise). I had an owl tattooed on my back in her honor - it seemed only fair since I had shoes for grandpa and I have an owl on my Trollbead bracelet for her as well.

I ordered return labels with owls and I've had several blog backgrounds as owls. Are owls making a huge come back or something? Or is it really just my grandmother's influence finally taking hold?

I am constantly reminded of my grandfather. I see him everywhere (no, I'm not crazy, thankyouverymuch) or someone will say something or I'll see something that is a reminder....it's almost creepy sometimes. I'm not so much reminded of her. I know, it's sad but it's true. My grandfather and I were very, very close (at least in my mind) so his loss was a such a devestation to me. My grandmother, well, she'd been sick for awhile and things shifted for us. My grandpa picked up where she left off with me and the transition was seemless. I often feel really bad because I don't miss her nearly as much as I miss him.

So, maybe, just maybe....the owls are my way of missing her?


Picture polietely stolen from this shop.