My Grandma. She died 6 years ago on Thanksgiving. The last time I saw her (on Thanksgiving eve) she was very weak and so different from what I was used to her being. I was scared. and I remember she was talking to me (I had just gotten glasses and she said I looked beautiful in them...) but I wasn't talking to her because it was so scary seeing her like that. I would give anything to talk to her again...and to tell her everything. How much I love her...
and also because she was born in 1920, so she lived through some pretty incredible times. and it was be amazing to talk to her about those things. Because when she died I was 8, and I didn't know that they had even happened.
and oh my gosh....there's just so many things I would talk to her about.
