She was funny, and kind, and gave wonderful hugs and would cuddle with me when my depression got bad. I was with her everyday, even just it was just to sit, with her doing a puzzle on her tablet or in a book and me on my laptop or phone. We would watch Mattock, Golden Girls,  Diagnosis Murder and together. I would be with her almost every day, all day. She was my best friend, my second mom, my favorite and only mamaw. I want her back, and it breaks me every morning when I realize she really is gone, and she can't come back.

When we found out she was sick, I told her if she died, I would too. That her death would break me. I was right.