Sunday, August 26, 2012
Rest in peace, Gram. I hope it's nice up there where you are. I'll always remember how you said it like it was, whether we wanted to hear it or not, and how sharp your memory was telling me all those stories of your life. It's going to be weird not seeing you driving around town, visiting everyone and spreading joy. They say you can tell what a person's life was like by the way that their hands look, and I know that you had one of the most selfless and giving lives a person could possibly have. I hope you're looking down on me right now while you're having a nice, big piece of the cheese cake that you loved so much and gossiping with all of your friends that have been waiting for you. I love you.
