I remember when I was little I was helping grandpa wash his car in the driveway and I got soap in my eye. He was so gentle and paid close attention to every tear I shed. He was so careful and let me cry as long as I needed. He just held me and let me spill my guts because getting soap in my eye was the worst thing to ever happen in my life EVER at that point.
Ever since I can remember I would lie across my grandmas lap at night to sleep. As I grew she still held me - my limbs would just dangle over the sides of her recliner.
This weekend my grandma fell and broke her hip. My invincible and perfect grandma was hurt. I dropped everything to go see her. She is more than a grandma to me. She is my best friend.
She knew before I did that I would marry Steven. She saw the love we had and said it was just like her and my grandpa.
This weekend was a giant slap in the face. It was a shocking realization that they will not be here forever and they can break. It kills me.
We lived with my grandparents for a while when I was young. They made a perfect home for my parents, me and my brother. I have a million memories at 2810 Westbranch Drive.
Grandpa has not left her side through this whole thing. Its an amazing example of love. I was blown away by the devotion and love they radiate.
Grandma is doing well and Grandpa is tired but doing well. I love them both and I am who I am because of them (and of course my parents).