I haven’t shared this until now, but my grandmom is dying. She is 87 and has more than a few things going on with her. I don’t want to go into detail–I do want to be respectful of her privacy after all–but I feel it’s safe to say that she is at home with hospice care.
It’s been pretty tough on me–she is, as she would say, “my best girl.” I don’t want to dwell on the situation, that’s not in my nature, but I do want to share some sappy word art because it makes me feel better strangely enough.
