This morning my grandmother moved on...

This morning my sweet grandmother took her last breath. She raised me as my own mother did. When my grandfather went to Germany with the U.S. Army he met her and fell in love and brought her home. My best memories are all of the Harley Davidson rallies that I got to go to as a child because of her and my grandfather being a part of such a big writers group. She was the absolute best cook I have ever known. She was kind and generous to everyone. Her smile and her jokes were the best! Although our family has seen her decline for quite some time it does not make it any easier. Rather than me making some long post about needing prayers or comfort I would like each of you that read this to show one another peace and comfort and love while you have time to do so in this life. Please do not comment on this post as I am not looking for 100 apologies. I would rather you love yourselves today and call someone else that needs to hear those words come from your mouths. Again I urge you, do not comment on this post, but please remember life is so terribly short and we are the ones who choose how we live it. Peace, be with us all.