Happy 83rd birthday Grandmom. Always miss you, always wish we could talk again.

I didn’t realize what today was when I woke this morning. I did have a bad day at work and thought about how strong you are and how brave you are. I remind myself that toughness runs in my DNA. Then I realized that, now I will be passing down the memories and all the stories I have of you to the next generation and that hit me like a ton of bricks. My subconscious thinks you are still here to talk to. When did growing up become so painful? I miss you and I only have forever left to go. That feels dreadful 

Our trip to Washington

Mom it’s been a year since you passed but feels like yesterday. I miss our phone calls and hearing your voice.  As I drive thru town my mind still looks for you knowing you’re not there. As I pass by  the bench it seems empty without you. Christmas will be different without you.  Your spirit will be here with during this season and knowing your close by gives me the strength and courage I need. I cherish the memories we shared and carry them close to my heart. Until we meet again I love and miss you more then you’ll ever know

I was hurt when I heard the news of Mary's passing. The family was awful about letting me see my Grandmother one final time. I didn’t get to have that experience. Even a year later, thinking about your death is hard. You always said you would live to be 100 & I believed you and looked forward to that. To live in a world where you don’t exist feels foreign & less protected. I’l never forget the final things you said to me while you were here. 

Thank you being a warm Grandmother. I will always miss you.