It all began when you would walk through the door. Your voice so crisp and distinct, the sweet smell of your perfume, and your memorable personality would light the darkest of rooms. You were the highlight of every family gathering. Always laughing and wore a smile everywhere you went, no matter how much you were truly hurting.
I will never forget the way you made your homemade pizza always in the same pan, the black one with the white spots, or the way your brownies were the best things I have ever tasted, and no one will ever be able to make them the same.
Something I truly will never forget is when you unknowingly forced me to drink sour milk. Although I had told you that it tasted funny, you started yelling and I finished the glass; but a few minutes later you looked at the carton and realized it was about four days old, and we both wound up laughing. Also, the time where you made Serena throw up macaroni and cheese at Ruby Tuesdays -- although she said she was full, you kept shoveling the food into her mouth, thus resulting with her throwing up on the table. That has to be one of my favorite times because we were all dying of laughter.
What I was able to realize over the last few days, in the midst of mourning and sadness, is that you were the most amazing woman. I was lucky enough to know you, and experience your greatness and the joy that you brought to people’s lives. You were one of the strongest women I know, everything you went through you always pushed through the pain and got through each battle as if it were a piece of cake. I cannot even explain to you how much I truly admire you in every way possible. I am forever grateful for everything you’ve ever done for me.
Although I will not be seeing you for a while, I know that one day we will meet again, in a happier place. You are now pain and worry free and I am glad that you are there. I wish I could talk to you one more time, hear you laugh about little things, or even give you one last hug.
Love you Grandma, always.
