grandmother.

To you, this is just a picture.
But to me, this is a picture of my grandmother.
She was beautiful, loving, and often times, demanding.
I give her all the credit for turning me into a girly girl.
Dresses, bows, you name it and she made sure that's all I wore.
Looking back, I remember so much yet so little about her.
I remember going with her to the beauty shop every Friday.
I remember her cooking spaghetti for me because she knew it was my favorite.
I remember her playing with my hair until I fell asleep.
I did my homework with her, she was a perfectionist.
Her favorite hobby was cleaning.
When I was ten, she started getting sick. Often.
As I left her house one afternoon, I remember telling her 'bye'
And making sure she knew I loved her.
The next day, she was in ICU.
She never came home.
I hate the fact that I was never able to go in and see her one last time.
I hate the fact that she was gone too soon.
Often times I wonder what she would think of me now.
Would she be proud of me?
I think about her so much, even though she has been gone eleven years.
When people see me they say, "You were Nancy's granddaughter.
You look just like her."
It's so hard to hear that. Even now.
I wish she could have seen me grow up.
I wish I could remember more about her.
I know how much my grandfather loved her. He adored her.
I think that as I've grown older, and realized what an important
person I lost at such a young age, it has made me never take life for granted.
You are given every day to make a difference in someone else's life or even your own.
Never take a day with the people you love the most for granted.
Goodbyes are hard, life changing.
But they make you think, about life.
I'm so lucky to have had a wonderful grandmother that loved me.
I'm blessed.