Grandma

I love my Grandmother.
She was always my favorite Grandma, she was the one who was always loving and affectionate, she was more fun. You could tell anything to her, she would never judge you or look at you that way that parents do, with disapproval in their eyes.
She knows when you are sad but don't want to burden people with your problems, she will call you on it. She knows, even if you don't tell her.
I love that about her.
She is the strongest woman I have ever met.
The way she carried herself at her son's funeral will stay with me always. How devastated she was to bury her own child. "I am supposed to go first, you never should have to bury your child" she would tell me.
Truer words were never spoken.
Not matter what age he was, he was her baby.
That kind of pain never dissipates.
Still she held strong.

The truth that I know is, when she is called to Heaven, she will never fight to stay here, she will go. To be with her dear son. That makes me both happy and sad.
Sad for myself.
She raised seven great kids. She has eleven grandchildren and four great grandchildren.
She is a wonderful, sweet, generous and loving person.

Tomorrow I will go and celebrate her 81st birthday with the rest of my family. I will hug her and tell her that I love her and that she is one of my most favorite people. She will laugh and say "I am just an old woman, it is terrible to get old" but I know she will feel my words, because she is a deeply feeling woman.

And I, will try to click the memory into my head forever. So I can replay it over and over to myself, when I am a Grandma.