After a horrific battle with Cancer, Gram came to the end of the road on February 12th, 2008, just 3 days before my 29th birthday. She and I were very close, but I have no regrets. I made my peace with her, said my goodbyes, told her how much I loved her and would miss her....
She passed around 1:30 in the morning in her home, going quietly in her sleep. While I mourn never seeing her again, holding her hand or hearing her voice, I am so thankful I had the chance to know and love her as I did.
Now comes the part of grief I have never quite understood. The part where you learn to live again after all the heartache and the memories. The part where you can smile through your tears and say I am a better person because of her, because I am.
This year I vow to use my grief as a propeller, to move me forward into the fight, to force me forward as I have never been motivated to fight before. No one should have to watch someone they love die in such a way. Cancer is a horrible, faceless monster, and I am glad to say her monster died with her.