My grandmother passed away just before the holidays six years ago. We used to sit on the floor by the fireplace; she would knit and I would unspool the yarn as she went.
When Sky brought the Grandmother spirit back for Days of Feast last year, I would sit in the igloo with her for a while every night before I went to bed. In a way, it was like having my grandmother back, just for a little while.
Thank you, Sky, for bringing a little of her warmth back to the holidays.