An Open Letter to My Grandmother

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When I was little, you were always there – never missing a pageant or an event, always good for a hug that wrapped around my whole body and warmed me from the inside out. Smart and strong, someone to be depended on. A role model that any young girl would be grateful to have. You taught me that family was the most important thing. You showered us with time and attention, instead of things, knowing that later down the road, we would remember you telling us all the funny stories from when we were younger. Like how 4 year old just had to touch those fancy bells even though I was repeatedly told not to, coming to your house at the crack of dawn because I was scared of the dark and telling my mom I was running away to your house at the grand old age of 3.

You knew that now, all these years later, we would appreciate how many times you showed us you loved us just by being there. That our hearts would be full of memories that can never be erased. I couldn’t be more grateful.

You were the strongest person I knew. The steadiest person. The one that knew that life foes on, that are bumps and bruises, both physically and mentally. But at the end of the end of the day, you approached life with a smile on your face and an understanding that life’s imperfections are what makes it great.

And as I grew, I started to appreciate your example more and more. To lean on you for guidance and acceptance. To look to you for love and support, knowing there was no one on the planet who could hold me up quite like you. It has been nearly 2 years since we lost you and I’m still so grateful that God gave me the opportunity to call you my Nanny. I love you way in the back.

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