Yesterday my grandma Janie passed away and it hurts me to know she is gone when there is so much I wish I'd of done with her and said to her.
I know she isn't in pain anymore and finally at rest which I'm glad because I hated knowing she was hurting and there way nothing I could do to help.
Our dress up games and always letting me wear the sequined dress and fur boa cuz it made me feel fancy, and our tea parties with the beanie babies.
How when I couldn't sleep you'd write words and the alphabet on my back both teaching me and get me to sleep.
And when I hated how I looked you always took me out to shop, if not to just dress me up and show me I was beautiful and even though I sure felt far from it at home.
No matter how much I'd protest and say I hated it, but in truth I loved it, loved having someone there yup make me feel pretty.
You were the one who introduced me to the amazing worlds that lay between the pages of books.
The one who saw potential in me when few did, or cared to.
You show me that I was smarter than what others told me and not some dumb problematic heathen child who couldn't sit still but an open mind that wanted to be filled with knowledge.
I didn't get to spend as much time with you as I wished I had with you and never told you how much you ment to me as often as I should have but
I love you Janie so much and I miss you