It's almost a year to the date from when my grandmother died. I was extremely close to my grandmother. Most days, I still talk to her and ask her if my life is going the way she would have it go. My grandmother was my mother by all intents and purposes.
When I was younger, I lost my first of many mothers, my maternal grandmother, Margie. After that, I remember praying to God to send me a mother. Throughout the years, he has sent me numerous mothers including my mother who lives in Selmer, TN, Melinda Ann. She taught me how to treat everyone like they are blood. He also sent me my other mother in Thaxton, MS. She taught me how to appreciate every lesson life taught me. She also sent me my grandmummy, who taught me how to love everyone as if the Lord embedded that feeling in your heart.
I was so very close to her. She brought so much love to my life. And, even in the last days, when the life started to leave her voice, she was still there telling me to charge forward and do the best I could because she was already proud of me.
I miss her EVERY SINGLE DAY.
These pictures I'm about to share are from the day of her funeral. We walked around San Antonio, TX. I absolved myself to making this my last trip I would ever take to San Antonio, TX. This city was her last resting place therefore, it is my last visit.
I know it's taken me a long time to post these. However, consider this my moment of grief.