Today, I am here to tell you about my beautiful Grandma, Sarah "Sally" Grandgenett.

Growing up, I really only had one grandparent who was a constant figure in my life.

My Grandma, Sarah "Sally," was one of five kids in County Mayo, Ireland. She lived in what is now the families chicken coop; Thatched roof and all. She and her siblings would snack on fresh onions as if they were apples and used jellyfish as a sort of slip and slide.

At nineteen, she moved in with her sister, Bridey, who lived in England. Eventually met her husband, my grandpa, Maurice Grandgenett. Maurice was in the military, so it required them to move around the world. Fast forward years later, they found themselves in Overland Park, Kansas with five kids.

My Grandma loves each and every one of her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren.

Every Christmas Eve, we would travel over to the house on Woodson and fit over 30 people in that tiny house. Every year, my grandma managed to cry tears of joy. She sat in her brown chair and watched as all of her family ate food, laughed and opened presents. Over the years, she earned the nickname "Little Grandma" to help the younger kids distinguish which grandma was which. To me, she was always Grandma.

There are many memories I have with her, and in every single one, she always managed to laugh.

In July 2012, my grandma was admitted to the hospital for medical issues. While she was in the hospital, my younger brother, Mom, and I went to visit her and I remember her complaining about being cold and just not being able to warm up. My mom grabbed her hands to try and help, but I told her to step aside because I knew my hands were always hot. I grabbed one of her hands with both of mine, and the look on her face was priceless. She let out a little, "Oh," and then asked if she could borrow my hands.

I didn't know it then, but that would be the last time I would talk to my grandma.

Within a couple of days, she was moved to the ICU, and in a short time after that, she passed away.

I still remember my mom coming to tell me we needed to go to the hospital because she was getting worse. We called all of the family and we all gathered in a room in the ICU ward. Once everyone was there, we all traveled to her room one by one to say our goodbyes and decided to all hold hands and pray with her just as we did every time we were all together.

That night, my grandma took her last breath and was reunited with God in Heaven, as well as with her siblings and parents. She left behind one sister, five children, fifteen grandkids, and twelve great grandkids. I know for a fact that I now have a guardian angel watching over me. We miss you and love you, Grandma.