Packing Grandma's China

<p>Somewhere along the way in life you start to listen to that little voice. We are all on this journey together growing learning and changing. As I stood in the kitchen of my dream home looking out on the still water of the pond I cried. Warm salty tears streamed down my face as I told myself I could do this. “Just start with one box; don’t get overwhelmed. Pack one box; stay focused.” I started packing Grandma’s china first. As I packed the china set a flood of memories came of the countless times I had carefully wrapped up each piece and placed them into the box. It was at that moment that I decided to write about this beautiful set of china all the experiences and lessons I have learned along my journey. It is through my grandmother’s journey that I have found my own strength and freedom. Twenty years and thirteen moves later the china is the only set of dishes I own. When was the last time you used your china? What are you waiting for? Don’t leave it locked up waiting for a special occasion. Make today the special occasion you have been waiting for.</p><p>In loving memory of my<br />Grandma Veronica Billetz<br />(January 13 1922-December 13 2009)<br /></p>