| On January 28th my grandma passed away. I was woken up by my sister at 5:30 am, Friday morning. She instructed me to get dressed, the nursing home called and we needed to get over there ASAP. So, nervously I through on some clothes, hopped in the car, and raced over there. When I reached my grandma's room, I was greeted by a sobbing mother and father. Grandma had died. Mom was singing "You'll Never Know" to her, (which was my grandma and grandpa's song) holding her hand, when she closed her eyes and slipped away. I kissed my grandma incessantly and cried on her lifeless shoulder for about 20 minutes.. You have to understand, my grandma raised me. I was closer to her than anyone else in the world... For 16 years she taught me etiquette. Grandma was my teacher, my parent, and my best friend... She rocked me in my cradle when I was little.. Comforted me when I was scared... I even slept in the same room as her until I was 11... Ugh... I don't have much more to say...
In Loving Memory of Yetta Warshaw
My grandma. My support. My love. My angel. My hope. My teacher. My best friend. You always told me that you'd never leave my heart. Now I look to it for your guidance, love, and care. Grandma, thank you for the unconditional support you've given me through my life. From rocking me in my carriage, to making me your famous fried egg sandwiches, to watching Barney and Mr. Rogers with me before Pre-School, to teaching me how to treat a lady, to holding my hand at Hannah's funeral, to your 86th birthday party.. The memories we made, and the impact you've had on my soul are things not easily forgotten.
I will always be your bubala.. |