December 11, 2011

As I have said in some earlier blogs, I am in foster care. I am in a very stressful situation to begin with, and I try as hard as I can possibly manage not to get attatched to anyone I meet during this eventful journy through life.

I managed to let my guard down when I met gram. She wasn’t even expected to have lived as long as she had, and I was blessed enough to have been able to meet her. She was a beautiful, outspoken woman with the passion of a million. She urged me to try new things with my talents, and I was proud when I did. She showed me that I can accomplish anything I set my mind to and put my heart into.

I looked forward to the end of the school day so I could go see her, show her my latest creation, and she never had anything negative to say. Constructive criticism was all she gave me, that and someone to look up to. She lived about a year longer than expected, and then she got fatally ill, and she was gone.

The middle of last night was her last breath taken, and I can’t help but to think that I wish I could have met her  sooner than the illness took over.

I will always miss gram. I’ve only known her for a few months, but she will forever be a part of my life, have her own place in my hardened heart. She was amazing, and she always found the humor in things.

Gram has turned into an unlikely heroine. My  unlikely heroine. She was wise, and straight forward. She didn’t sugar coat anything, and she would always speak her mind. I miss her with all my heart. I never could have even imagined that I would miss anyone as much as her.