Grace

I’ve been thinking a lot about my Grandma Grace lately. She was fiery and spunky and wonderful. She’s been gone for almost 11 years now. It’s odd how time flies.

I can’t remember her voice but I can still remember her face and mannerisms. I laugh every time I hear that awful Davy Crocket song because I know how much she disliked him.

I think sometimes my grandmother and I were a bit alike. She had opinions and she didn’t shy away from them. She was so fiery yet loving. I still think of her often. I miss my grandma some days a bit more than others. I think today is just one of those days.

I’m almost 27 and I still hold onto every single memory that I can of her. I refuse to get rid of certain stuffed animals she got me and random things remind me of her. It’s weird having her missing from my life… Even after all of this time.

It makes me get a little emotional thinking of her missing on my wedding day. I know something just wont feel quite right without her there.