I Miss Her

I miss Nanny already. It's going to be weird to see her on Saturday, knowing she is dying for real.

I hate how fragile everything is... including me! What can I lean on if the foundations can cave away?

I have been thinking about her life a lot. Since when did the past get to be so long ago? What will happen to our family? To my grandpa? Will my mom be okay? How can it be that my kids will not know here? How can it be that I am their memory for a world that is passing?

I love her.

I love my family.

I hope my mom knows how much I love her. I feel bad about that fight we got into that night at Macy's when we were shopping for bridesmaid dresses for BigSis...