My very best friend is 95 years old.
Crazy, right?
She's my great grandma. The woman who has watched me grow up, wiped my tears and threatened to spank me with a fly swatter once or twice.
When I was younger, she was always the one who I wanted to brush my hair, and she tried her best to teach me how to cook. But, how much can you really learn at four or five years old?
My absolute favorite thing I used to do was listen to my great grandma's stories from when she was younger. There is no one I know who has experienced the same things this woman has.
There really isn't anything much better than sitting with her and watching TV, or even just sitting with her while she does word searches.
I'm lucky to have her in my life.
She has been by my side for four homecomings, three proms, high school graduation, and so much more. She is my biggest fan, and I truly could never ask for a better supporter.
She has brought so much laughter and happiness to my life, whether she realizes it or not.
Over the years, our roles have reversed. Instead of her taking care of me, I am helping my family take care of her. It is hard to watch her grow old, but I'm so lucky to have her to take care of.
She has started to lose her memory, and every so often I will catch myself getting frustrated when she doesn't understand me. I have to stop and remind myself what a blessing she is.
It is very often she can't hear me when I tell her I love her, but I pray every night that she knows.
I love my great grandma to the moon and back, and someday I hope I am half the woman she is.