Well, today is Monday, so let me begin...
Tuesday, September 4th was one of the hardest days of my life. We all saw it coming, we all knew the end was near but that didn't make things any easier. For months you asked us to pray for your death, for us to pray for you to be welcomed home by the ones that you loved. I tried to honor your request but I'm going to be honest when I say I couldn't do it. I couldn't bring myself to say those words. As selfish as that was, I didn't want to see you go. I prayed for you to be out of pain and for your suffering to end and for God to grant us a miracle and bring you back one more time.
For eight years you fought a long, hard, agonizing and painful battle. You showed us all what it was like to really stay strong. You never let cancer have the upper hand, not even once. You didn't let that awful disease take things away, or define who you were as a person. You lived day to day like you weren't even sick.
As the end drew near, it was harder to watch and harder to see you slip away. Who was going to be there for me when I needed help with one of your famous recipes? Who was going to hold and rub my hand and give me that sense of peace that everything would be okay? You couldn't wait to see me get married, we both were counting down the days. Seeing your face when I came down that isle will always be something I cherish. I will forever be grateful for that day and those memories I got to share with you.
You were the best Gramma to me and I know you'll forever be in my heart guiding me in the right direction. I know time and God will heal the deep pain and missing piece in my heart.
But for now, I have peace knowing that you're in heaven completely pain free and knowing that YOU won the fight.
Until that day comes when I can see you again, I'll be living out my days by your example. I can only hope and pray that I'm half the person and Gramma you were to me.
I love you and miss you every single day.