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It is back and it continues to stir up my allergies and make me miserable. The roof didn't blow off and the wind didn't scoop me up and carry me to NeverNever Land, or some other mythical place I'd like to be. Ugh the wind..it just BLOWS.

This week has been what I like to call, not awesome. It drives me crazy when I cannot find the source of my bad mood (the wind?), sad heart or fragile soul. "What's my problem?" Ever ask yourself that?

I've missed Mary...but why so much this week, and why so intensely? Both my Grandmothers were named Mary. Hence the 'marymarywords'. This Mary wasn't the Mary whom I wrote about before. This Mary was my Mom's Mom.

When my Mom went back to work and I wasn't old enough for Kindergarden I spent weekdays with Mary. She made sure I felt important and was busy doing "big kid" things. (I think she knew I secretly resented being the youngest, but I knew I was special because of it.) When Mary's Alzheimer's developed to the point where she couldn't stay home alone I spent my nights at her house. Making sure she didn't put the electric coffee maker on the stove and finding excuses why she hadn't seen my Grandpa that day.

"He was home at lunch….Remember?"

Trying to explain that he had died some 20 years prior was a lost cause.

"He got called in to deliver a baby Grandma, he said not to wait up."

Most of the time she didn't, the nights she did are the reason why I do crossword puzzles, try to eat more green vegetables and pray to God I don't develop this disease.

This week, for reasons I'm not sure I have missed her more than I ever have. I wonder what she would think of me today and if she secretly sends me reminders of why I loved her so much.

A woman walks by with a purse, so similar to the wallpaper in her kitchen I have to do a double take and laugh to myself. Had you ever seen the wallpaper you'd understand. It was oversized bright yellow flowers, red poppies, and the shade of green that was retired after the 70's and even Crayloa won't make it into a crayon.

The word "piddle" or the phrase "fiddle sticks" somehow flows from my lips. She called the toilet a, "ToTo." Up until about 5 years ago I just thought that was slang, when actually "ToTo" is a really expensive brand of toilets. Who knew?

An old woman walks into my work smelling exactly the way I remember Mary to smell, so exact my eyes welled up.

I guess if you want to believe in something more, believe that no single thing happens without a force behind it. Sometimes it's not just a coincidence. There is a reason for your bad mood, sad heart or fragile soul. You are emotional for a reason (not just PMS) a reason beyond what our brains will naturally conceive.

I called my cousin tonight, told her about how I was missing Grandma, the weird "coincidences" and how I was really emotional about it and didn't know why. Her response, "Her birthday was Monday."

So yes, the wind doesn't always just blow.