Sunday, September 11, 2005
The call...
I figured I'd remember September 11th for the rest of my life for one reason but was given another today. My Grandma died at 8am CST this morning.
She went in her sleep and on her own terms. I don't have the words to verbalize who she was and what she meant to me, but every good trait I possess came from her.
Flying home tomorrow...
Gramma, Grandpa, and me:
posted by Kelley at 11:33 AM
