Monday, July 25, 2011

"When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure."

July 25, 2008: The worst day of my life. I received a phone call early in the morning from my father saying that my grandma was not doing well. He and some of my aunts and uncles were going to be making the nearly 3 hour drive to be with her. I jumped in the shower and about half way through, I just started crying. I knew it wasn't good. My dad called me back shortly after that and confirmed my fear. "Amanda, grandma just died." My heart sank. My world collapsed. With that one phone call I had lost more than just my grandma. I had lost one of my best friends.

This was three years ago today. Not a day has gone by that I am not reminded of my grandma. Whether it's seeing a picture of her, someone mentioning an inside joke, a beautiful butterfly or hummingbird, or just seeing a glimpse of her in my children. I feel her presence. I would give almost anything to be able to see her, or even talk to her, just one more time. I want to tell her I love her. I want her to meet my son. Ford was born 9 months after she passed away. He chose her birthday for his own. It still gives me goosebumps when I think about it.

I don't think I'll ever stop missing her. I love her too much. I think the reason I still get so emotional over everything is BECAUSE of how much I love her. Grandma Vonnie was a pretty great person. I don't think I've ever met anyone who would disagree with that. I am proud to call myself her granddaughter. And because I have cried more while writing this post than I have in a long time, I am going to end it here. I have a couple of pictures to share too. :)

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose.
All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

- Helen Keller