I'm a mess this morning. I have really been missing this woman more than usual lately:
We were friends.
We were party buddies.
We were part of a long line of strong women.
We were in love.
We were happy.
She was amazing and beautiful - all in one.
My grandmother always knew what to say - how to make me smile, make me laugh, cry through the tears, and let me know that NO MATTER WHAT things would be okay. I need her so desperately lately. She's been in my dreams more than usual, but I just need to talk with her. She would understand about all of the needles. We would laugh about them. We would make fun of them. She would understand the fear and worry. She would help me stay strong in the times of fear and worry. She would continue to be my example.