My Grandmother

So I have been contemplating writing this blog for a bit.....

As most of you know my wonderful, amazing, loving, caring, feisty, sassy Grandmother passed away. My Grandma was truly one of my best friends. She pushed me to be the best me that I could be. She always understood all of my mental issues. She never ever once put me down because of them and she always encouraged me to seek help and to not bottle things up. She encouraged me to write and journal (something I do every single day).

I went to MO for her funeral, it was a beautiful service. While I was in MO I got to talk to my aunts about my dad and I learned a lot about him that I did not know. I got to visit my dad's final resting place and for once I felt at peace with the hurt I had from him passing and the choices that he made.

I know that my Grandmother is in heaven with my daughter and I know that they are watching out for me down here.

My Grandmother gave me my curly hair, my middle name, my attitude, and a part of her will always live on inside of me.

Every time I hear an Elvis song I will always think of her.

I love you Grandma. I miss you.