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by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft     Thursday last week marked three years since my Babcia left us.   I was walking through a shopping centre on an ordinary Sunday when I felt it.   A heat wave, sudden and complete, moving through my whole body. Not a hot flush. Not a dizzy spell. Something else entirely—a warmth that felt like arms around me, like someone pressing their cheek to mine the way she always had.   I remember thinking: this is not a good day for shopping. I'll go home.  

by Agnieszka Wolsoncroft   ---   For 365 days, I posted daily gratitude photos with Anya—Project Grateful, practicing the #TAG Method in real time with all of you. Day 361: my father died. Day 362: grateful for Anya holding my hand through thirty hours of travel. Day 363: grateful for snow—her first time seeing it, purple lips and wonder. Day 364: grateful for friends and family who drove through ice to say goodbye. Day 365: grateful for endings and beginnings—this photo of M