A couple of years back my grandmother passed away. She meant the world to me, was the glue that kept our diverse family together, and we will all miss her forevermore. Every summer I pick some daisies from our drive and put them in her grave’s vase. She loved them so…
My family never had much and the trailer we were living in became unbearable so we moved in with my grandfather after she passed. Not only because we had to but also for the fact that he needed the help and the company.
Currently I am staying in her old bedroom. I helped clean out her stuff little by little. And boy… that was the hardest thing I have ever done. The problem now is that this room isn’t mine. My grandmother lives on in our hearts but it’s about time I redo this room to reflect myself. I need a space to call my own. And I’m sure she’d say the same.

Now I’m taking a deep breath and getting this done.

I love you for always, Grandma…