She loved her lipstick. For some reason that's what I've been thinking about lately. Tomorrow is pappaw's birthday and today is the one year anniversary of grandma being stolen from us. That's how it feels, like she's been stolen, taken from all of us too soon. Pappaw is lost without her. These past 12 months have been so difficult for him, but he has persevered and fought the fight every day.
She was the best. The best daughter, best sister, best wife, best mother, best mother-in-law, best grandma and the best grammy. We want her back. We know that is not possible. So we will live our lives being the best we can be so one day we will reunite with her in a place where there is no pain and there is no cancer. Maybe when I get there, I'll have her lipstick in my pocket.