the night she passed..

When I was little, my grandmother used to bake all my cakes. I remember one year, while she was asleep, I decided I wanted to bake a cake by myself, as I had helped my grandmother in the past. I remember grandma waking up, and I had destroyed the kitchen while I stood there with my bowl of flour and sugar. She walked in and yelled, "Breezy Louise, what are you doing. My response: I am making a cake, Grandma, just like you taught me. That memory still plays in my head every day. I loved my grandma very much, as she helped raise me. We did so many things together, and I will never forget this memory as her voice plays in my head each time I think about it. Losing her was hard. But loving her was the easiest thing I could have ever done. She had such a tender touch and a heart full of love.