Friday, March 22, 2013
its been almost 3 years and I miss her everyday. When I close my eyes I still see her in her chair with a book, a piece of fruit and a folded paper towel. I will never eat her "gramma buns" again or bannock but I still feel her love, pride and strength every moment I remember her. I think I miss her laugh the most though, she could be so silly and playful. When I was a teenager she was my rock, my conscience and the most honest critic I had. Everyone tells me I should move on but how do you forget a woman like her, you can't. I hope that my daughter grows up and becomes a woman as strong as my gramma was.A candle was lit
