Homesick.

This morning as I was studying and listening to my music the song Homesick came on; which was the song that was played at my grandmother’s funeral. It’s pretty cool how yesterday I asked my cousin to tell me more about my grandmother since I never got to really meet her, I just knew how she was after she contracted the horrible disease. Which now, that I think about it, I am glad she got Alzheimer’s because if she hadn’t she would still be in the emotional state she was 20 years ago when her son and step-daughter were killed four years apart. Even though I never really knew her, knowing her while I could was one of the best privileges I could have ever had. She never once complained about how achy her joints were, or how uncomfortable she was when we were trying to move her. She had the best personality a woman in that state could have. Every morning I was there this summer I would take her a pudding and a Pedia-sure shake, and there she would be waiting with that big, beautiful smile. My cousin said that she was always the light of the party, and I would believe it. Her smile was soo bright. The care keeper we had said the last day she saw her (which was a Thursday, she died Saturday) she was already raising her hands up to the sky like she was seeing God.  I miss her a whole bunch. I miss the fact of having a grandmother to go shopping with and to just lie down on the bed and watch soap operas with or watch the news with. I miss that but, I know for a fact both of them are better off where they are because of the pain they were in their last couple of days.  But, I have one of the best granddads anyone could ask for. I love him to death and would do anything for him.