(((Granite)))
I was very close with my grandma. We never had babysitters. We just had grandma come over. I miss her all the time. She died when I was 19 and away at college. My dad wouldn't let my mom call me to tell me she was in the hospital or dying. I was never given the opportunity to try and get home to see her one last time. I did go to the funeral, but the anger I harbor against my dad for not telling me is still there. He died a few years later and it was a completely different grief. It was almost a relief when he passed. I think we process each grief differently and that is completely okay.

Like Lola, I prefer to keep my grandma's memory alive. I have a book she wrote for me and I will often read it and think about her.