It was nights like these that when I had a ton of stuff on my mind I could call my grandma n talk to her. Even if I woke her up out of a sound sleep she would still be there to listen for as long as I needed her. I still catch myself picking up my phone to call and then I remember...Pain is supposed to get better with time. Mine just keeps getting worse. The longer shes gone the more my heart aches to hug her and hear her voice again. I talked to her just two days before she had her stroke and we had made plans for Leon Hendrix Jr. and I to bring the kids over the following Sunday. Gram n I had a special relationship. We didnt have to say I love you to each other. We already knew how we felt. But for some reason as we were getting off the phone for that last time I told her I loved her and she said u better. And we both had a laugh over that and right before we hung up I heard her say love you too kid. And those were the last coherant words I would ever hear her say. I miss her more n more each day shes not here. But I know shes watching over me and I hope Im making her proud. I love you grandma.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 05:15:59 +0000
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