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Petals of A Yorkshire Rose

(by Yasmine Barrett)

On days when I think about my Nan, I feel as though I am forever trying to grasp the highest cloud in the sky. She left us almost two years ago—I can’t believe it has been so long. Some days it feels like I’m sitting in a café with her, catching up on the gossip, but then I blink and see an empty chair. Every day I am reminded of her tenacity, determination, sense of adventure, mischief, stubbornness, and humor. I realize now that all these qualities live in the greatest gift Nan ever gave me: my mum.