Tuesday, May 16, 2017

This date always sneaks up on me. I feel like I am always taken off guard every time May 16th comes back around. Maybe because it is a hard day to think about, or maybe because it's hard to believe another year has passed since that night the phone rang and my sister was on the other end telling me that my Grandma was now safely in the arms of Jesus. Thirteen years has passed since that night, but the ache in my heart feels like it could of happened yesterday. I remember after I hung up the phone I crawled back in bed, tears flowing, trying to figure out how to live in a world where my Grandma was no longer living in it. She had been sick for a while. The four years before she passed she had been slowly leaving us. I remember the night I got the phone call and thinking that I had already missed her so much.She had dwindled down to a skeleton of a woman and it was hard to visit her and see how skinny our once plump Grandma had become, but I am so thankful that I continued to go back...