There was many of mornings spent with my grandmother. Each and everyone of them I was so ungrateful for and I wish I could just relive them all. My grandmother would send my sister and I off to school in the mornings for about ten years straight. She would tell me before I would walk to the bus stop, "Don't talk to strangers and if someone trys to talk to you run like hell back to nanas." She always had her own way of being one hundred percent serious but funny at the same time. I only wish I could see that beautiful face, or precious laugh just one more time. She was there always and I never realized it until one day I woke up and she was gone. I'll never forget getting that call. We were just about to leave to say our goodbyes and my aunt just said, "She's gone."
 Honestly I was setting myself up for it for many of years. However I didn't expect it to be this hard. Here almost two years later, it's still so so hard.
 


Nana, I love and miss you so much. You'll never be forgotten.
 

Love, Your grand daughter.