Nearly a month and a half away from celebrating ninty-two, my grandmother had passed. She battled colon cancer in her seventies, breast cancer in her eighties and came out letting them know who was boss each time. She out lived her parents, her two sisters and a brother. She raised an amazing son while loving … More Sweet Virginia.
The day has come where it’s time for her to leave. You’ve bought her all she could possible need (and then some), you’ve packed all that you could fit into that car. At this point not even a cotton ball would fit. She’s ready; you’re not. Let her go; she’ll be okay. Throughout the years … More Let her go, she’ll be okay…..