Thursday, February 13, 2014
My grandma was one of a kind. She was the strongest woman I have ever known, and that is just to scratch the surface. From my days in Connecticut, seeing her every weekend to her visiting us in Florida, those memories will never fade. Being in college now, I understand the importance of keeping your loved ones close to you and not being able to call my grandma to tell her how my first semester was, or even before that, to let her know where I'm going to college, puts a hole in my heart. I remember the time, the day, and where I was when I heard the tragic news of her passing and the days that followed. Everything was gray and nothing felt "right" until I came to think of the positives, all the stories I have with her that made me smile, laugh and cry. My grandma always loved her floors spotless, and she never wanted anyone to be barefoot on her shining floors. Being a new teenager at this time, I tend to forget many things. So there I would be, walking across the floor is my freshly mudded feet and my grandma saying, "Zach! Where are you socks!? I just cleaned these floors!" This became a tradition every time I would visit her and the response I would get never changed. My grandmother was the matriarch of our family and made everyone feel at home, loved, and cared for. Her wisdom and teachings have transformed my life and have made me a better man. Two years have passed and I still miss her dearly and think about her everyday. I know she is looking out for me, and I'm glad to have a guardian angel like her. I love you so much, gram.
Zach
