My grandmother was my rock. I lost my **** when she passed in 2013. Life has never been the same since and I am still chasing my stability ever since I lost her. She raised me and my sister. She retired when my parents split when I was a little girl to raise us while my mom worked two jobs to support us. She took us to school, picked us up from school, made our lunches, snacks, dinner, etc. As I grew up we fought, mostly through my adolescent years, but I knew I couldn't live without her. And that's pretty much what has happened. I've been a wreck since...
She was a very strong and independent woman. I owe everything to her. She was an inspiration to me and the happiest person you would meet. Although the last year or so of her life wasn't her best, she tried to stick it out. I know she did. But she lived 94 wonderful years to see the birth of her grandchildren and first great grandchild and saw technology grow faster than she could comprehend. I miss her everyday. She decided to go celebrate Jesus' birthday with Him in 2013 and I'm sure she has been partying ever since. I love you grandma. Mother's Day is bittersweet without you.