 ~Grama & Grampa~ I was eleven the last time I saw my grandfather. I didn't even hug him goodbye, or tell him I loved him. It was just a few days later he was rushed to the hospital. They put him in ICU, so I wasn't able to see him. He died exactly one week later. My grandmother moved in with us after that. I remember being scared a year and a half later when we took her to the hospital. She had had surgery two years earlier. They thought they had gotten all the cancer, but they were wrong; it was back. Mother and I drove her to the hospital, and stayed with her awhile the night before her second surgery. I hugged her, and told her I loved her before I left. I'm glad I did because I never saw my grandmother again. I didn't cry when she died. I couldn't. I cry now. The first couple years after her death are a blur to me. People tell me events that took place, and things that happened, but I don't remember them. I miss my grandparents very much. My heart aches to see them every day. I know if I could just curl up next to them, like I did when I was little, that everything would be ok again. Graphics on this page are drawn by Country Patch Collections, and are not for download. Scripts by Dynamic Drive Copyright ©2002-2005 Whispy Willows. Content and layout are the property of Danielle Howard, and are not to be copied or redistributed. It is not my intention to, nor to my knowledge have I, infringed upon, or violated, anyone elses copyright. I hope you enjoy visiting these pages as much as I did making them. Thank you for not taking anything that belongs to me. Danielle Howard @ Whispy Willows©. 
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