Gramma Chuckie
The day I got word that my gramma had a tumor on her pancreas I felt like I couldn't breathe. All I could think of was how my gramma must have been feeling and wasn't willing to share her thoughts for the sake of not worrying anyone. In the absolute worst of times the only people she thought about were her friends and her family...she was truly selfless.
My gramma was the light in every room and the helpful sign at the fork in the road pointing me in the right direction. She was a postive spin on every problem and my constant cheerleader in the game of life. Without her here life seems a little darker and far more confusing. I have to remind myself to look at things as she would have seen them: with hope and with love, offering encouragement all the steps along the way. She had more class in her left pinky than anyone I've ever met in my life. She saw in me all of the things I was unable to see and believed I could be all of the things I'd only dreamed to be. She was one of my closest friends and my favorite confidant. I miss passing the day at work emailing back and forth with her about the world and the day-to-day stuff of life. I miss hearing her exclaim that something was "wonderrrfull!" I miss holding her hand. I miss hearing her say "I love you too."
I am so blessed to have had my gramma as such a huge part of my life for over thirty years and although I am sad for my famiy and for myself I know that her soul and her beauty has moved on to somewhere that she was much needed.
Gramma - all the yesterdays, today and for the rest of my life I love you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissss much! ;-)
