is a link to my Grandmother's obituary.
It suits her. Just happened to come across it in a search.
I still miss her. I thought I'd at least have a few more years with her in my life. I was blessed to have so many in the first place, though. I shouldn't have taken them for granted.
She never knew I had a solo in the 80's show. Not that she would've cared all that much. Still, I wish she'd known. It's just these stupid things you think about at 2:30 in the morning, when you should be asleep.
She was my last Grandparent. She was also my favorite. (It's a terrible thing to say, but it's true) I loved her so much, and thought the world of her. Here it is, two months later, and I still can't quite get over that she's gone.
This summer hasn't been anything like I expected. Granma having her stroke, then passing a few weeks later. Cathryn flying up, then travelling down for the funeral. The Pride parade, then the show. Then vacation. Then the 4th of July. Now it's almost the end of summer. Cathryn goes back in a few short weeks... and I'll not be Dad anymore. It gets harder to say goodbye every year. This year more than most, I want her to stay.
She's my baby, and my best friend, all rolled into one.