My Gramma was the best Gramma in the world. I loved her with all my heart. Her death came at the wrong time for me but it put my priorities in order. I am going to miss her for the rest of my life. The one thing that keeps me from breaking down and crying is that Gramma wasn't the kind of person who would do that. She was tough. She would be strong. Now I just have to be strong. Like Gramma.
