My relationship with my grandmother has been by far the best in this life! She was always the one person that I always knew loved me no matter what and I loved her back just as deeply. When I was only a small child I said to her, “Nannie, me and you feel things deeper than most people, don’t we?” That sealed the deal! I could always come to her about anything that was bothering me, and she always told me exactly what she thought. When I was 9 I sat her down and told her I needed to ask her something and I needed her to tell me the truth. She promised. I proceeded to ask her if there was a Santa Claus. I can still see the heartbreak in her eyes and her internal struggle as she replied, “No.” Oh how it hurt! But I knew I could trust her. She passed away in 2005 from lung cancer and from the moment she entered the hospital I never left her side, and was holding her hand when she took her last breath.
My son posted this sonogram pic along with the grateful dead graphics (yea, no caps)... I have had to scream and cry ALONE throughout the first trimester with these dang sonograms they insist upon – but I must admit, I started to like this one after I got over the creepiness of it and posted my own caption: “Raise your hand if your grandmother’s a fruit-loop!”