Lost my grandmother a couple weeks ago and I didn’t want to go too wild on social media about it, but I was thinking of her a lot this morning and thought I’d throw together something. 

There’s lots I could say, but I think what’s important is how much she loved us, and how much we adored her. She was the most gentle polite woman I ever met. My grandfather was always so good to her and they were both great examples for me to grow up around. Every day after school I’d go out to the farm and Grandpa would be working in the barn and grandma would cook us a hearty meal. 

Nothing I could say would explain the void I and those who knew her will feel. Suddenly I don’t have a reason to drive out to the farm, one less stop to make when i’m back home in Indiana. 

Feels like just yesterday Grandpa and her were picking me up from elementary school or teaching me how to drive.

Could never repay my grandparents for all they did for me, and how they prepared me for the future. They raised me as if I were their own son and I could never forget that.