Drums, Jewelry and the Neighborhood

I pick up the phone to call to share a story about my life but she is not able to pick up the phone. I couldn't wait to hear about her family for a grad school project. I think of something funny and I want to tell her but I can't. My grandmother has been gone for almost three weeks and my heart is still in great pain. I can not tell you how many times I have picked up the phone to call her only to realize that I can't call her. I still haven't had the heart to take her phone number out of my cell phone. The thought of not seeing her name in my cell phone list hurts. I am working on a genogram (family tree) project for grad school and I was going to talk to her about her family history but I didn't make it to see her in time. She died a week before I was going to talk to her. My grandmother was my link to my mother who died when I was a young baby. She would share stories about my mother and her childhood. My grandmother would talk about her younger days, share about how she played the drums, and talk about how much her family meant to her. I will be sharing my family tree in class in one week and it is going to be hard to not have "her" section filled out on my project. I will have an emptiness on my report. I will share about her fiestiness, her love for watching her neighbors and their comings and goings, talk about her love for jewelry and purses and so much more. I am not really sure why I am writing this blog other than to say some things that I haven't said out loud. For those with grandparents still alive, call them and tell them that you love them. If you don't have any grandparents, call your parents and tell them how much they mean to you. We can never tell our family too many times that we love them.