I had never really lost anyone until my Grandma died and no death since has hurt me as deeply. She was the kind of person you wanted to be related to. She didn't let you feel like a stranger. She loved everyone and gave hugs instead of handshakes. She cooked from scratch and kept a garden until she was too sick to do that. Yes, everything she made was better. She spoiled me without actually spoiling me because she didn't want me to be a brat. She loved me for who I was and not for what she thought she could get out of me or what she thought I might become. She would tease me about not having a boyfriend because a beautiful girl like me should have a boyfriend. When I lost her I lost the biggest positive influence in my life and every day she's gone is painful. It doesn't hurt as much, but it still hurts a lot. I sometimes wonder if it will ever stop hurting. I can still cry when I think about her because I wish my children could have known her. I cry because the longer she's gone the harder it is to remember her. She was the best person I ever knew. I wish you could have met her, you would have liked her.
