I lost my grandmother to colon cancer on December 25, 1997. She was 83. She was the greatest grandmother anyone could have ever wished for. She was around and involved, lots of fun, spoiled us rotten, would cut off her left arm if you needed it, spiritual, funny, loving, BIG animal lover, she was just perfect. I miss her so much and even though it's been almost 7 years, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about her and my eyes fill up (and sometimes, over) wishing that I had just *one* more hour with her.
I love you, Mom Mom. You are missed more than you can know.
Edit: I also lost Pop Pop (Mom Mom's husband) to spinal cancer, but he died two years before I was born. They diagnosed him and within two months he was gone. He was in pain and dying on May 22, 1976 and died just past midnight on my dad's birthday, May 23, 1976. Two years later, on May 22, 1978, I came along, so my mom took it as a sign from her dad that she shouldn't be sad because life was still coming through him.
At any rate, I lost both maternal grandparents to cancer, as well as my paternal grandmother - but she and I weren't close at all so I rarely think about her...![]()








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