Blue glass bowl

My grandma died this afternoon, in her sleep, on her 92nd birthday. My cat died last weekend on Mother's Day, while sleeping, curled up next to his own grandma. They both had long, happy, and peaceful lives, and passed in the best possible way. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. What I'll miss the most is all those cute things that cats and grandmas do. And how they make you feel calm inside.

I remember when I was young my grandma would serve her own canned peaches with vanilla ice cream in blue glass bowls with ruffled edges. I loved the way the ice cream would melt into the peaches and the light would dance on the magical blue bowls. And the clinking sound of spoons on glass as the whole family ate.