Over the weekend, my grandma passed away. It is a great loss for all who knew her.
I am grateful in my life to be surrounded by amazing people, and she was certainly one of them.
I have learned a lot from my grandma, from make-up and clothes to cleaning under my bed. The rest of my house might not be clean, but under my bed usually is- thanks to my grandma. That and the bathroom sink (thanks to my mom).
One thing I have been thinking about my grandma is her varicose veins. I know that sounds strange, but as a kid when I saw her legs, I never thought those veins were a bad thing. I always thought it meant that her legs were extra strong. She was an athlete- she played tennis, golf, and I think everything in between. I thought those veins showed how hard she had worked. It wasn't until I was older that I found out people consider them unattractive. I don't.
I know that I will see my grandma again, and I hope that I will live my life with as much spunk, determination, and love as my grandma had.
