Year 3

Today marks three years since my grandma went to heaven. I miss her more than words can ever explain. But I also feel like she is still so much of my life. During the last week of March to the middle of April, I always notice a difference about myself - I am more withdrawn, that is how I deal with April. Year 3 was quiet, my heart still aches to hear her voice or to feel her touch, but I still have that reassurance that she is watching over me and she is happy in the arms of Jesus. I feel honored to have been so loved by her. And I still cling to this verse.

I love you GG!