Grandma died August 6th. She struggled to stay with us for 48 hours. We were all up most of the night before thinking that she was going to pass away. That morning the nurse came to check on grandma and to give us some more pain meds for her. She told us that she would die within the next two hours. At noon she was still struggling for breath. All day I would check up on her as often as I could. I would tell her I love her and goodbye every time. After dinner, All the kids were just playing together and all the adults (Miranda, me, grandpa, mom, Max, Jenny, and Jon) were making their way to grandma's room. I was rubbing her head and saying goodbye when Jenny suggested that we do a devotional. We sang "I am a child of God" when grandma took her last breath. I dropped to the floor crying. To watch her struggle so hard to breath, I had been praying for her to be released from all her pain, and then when she was actually gone, I wanted her back. We read a scripture and had family prayer. Each of us said our goodbyes and then we called Hospice to pronounce her and call the mortuary.

Her funeral was a week later. Jenny and mom both spoke and the grandkids along with my two uncles sang. Grandpa dedicated the grave and then us grandkids sang "You are my Sunshine".

I have cried quite a few times since then. I think of her daily. Alli talks about her daily also. Some days I just want to call her up like always and just chat with her or cry to her about struggles. With her being one of my best friends it is going to take a while to get used to not having her around.