I lost my Gramma today.
I never thought I'd say those words. I'm not trying to imply that I'm naive enough to think that my Gramma would stick around forever. I just mean that there's never any way to prepare for the absolute gut-wrenching loss that is losing a loved one.
My mom had me when she was 19. My biological father was never in the picture, and my mom and I lived with my Gramma for a bit in the beginning. Lots of the pictures of me when I was younger are at my Gramma's house, or even with my Gramma.
She was my biggest fan and my greatest champion. I could go to her about anything and she would have something to say about it (be it good or bad). She put up with zero crap, but also spoiled me rotten.
It was a known fact that I was the favourite.
Everyone always has regrets when someone dies. They wish that they had talked to the deceased more, that they visited them, etc etc. I just wish that my Gramma was able to be around to see the person that I will become, to see her great-grandchild/ren grow up, and to see the legacy that she created come to fruition.
My Gramma did a lot for me.
She apparently never knew how to sew until I came around, and then she was making me clothes (from awesome 60s and 70s patterns), and sewing my first couple kilts and highland dance costumes. She used to let me help her gather the fruits and vegetables from her garden, until she saw me just pop a squat besde the strawberry bushes and shove them all in my face instead of putting them in the bucket.
She always stood up for me when others were putting me down, and she never once made any sort of comment about my weight or figure or anything. She loved me just the way I am, and I love her for all the same.
I'm going to miss her so much I can't even fathom it right now.
In short, my Gramma is and was an amazng person, and I just wish that she could have stayed around longer.
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