Grandma

September 30th was the seventh anniversary of my Grandmother's death. She and I were so close, and I still miss her everyday. She practically raised me for the first few years of my life because my parents had to work full time to support our family. She spent hours and hours reading to me and talking to me like a person, and not just a baby. She was such an amazing woman, difficult, but amazing. The temple was her favorite place in the whole world, and I promised myself that every year either on her birthday (September 1) or the anniversary of her death (September 30) I would go to the temple to honor her memory. It's something special I do to help stay close to her and feel her near me again. It's kind of like getting a big hug from her. This is probably the only picture I have of my Grandmother and I. I was three at the time.