My grandma meant the world to me. She was more than a grandmother, she was like a mother to me. Despite the fact that she had had a very tough life, she was always positive. Born in 1916, she grew up without her father who was killed in WWI. Her mother raised her and 3 siblings on her own, and on limited financial means. My grandma married and had two children: My Mom (click here to view my mom's memorial page) and my uncle Adrian. When I was born, she took me over so my parents could work and raised me like I was hers. Her world came crashing down when my grandfather died suddenly of a stroke at 63 years old, but even more when my mom died of cancer in 1991. She never recovered from that tragedy, but she managed to carry on for my sake and my father's. In 1998 she died from colon cancer. I will always miss her and love her.
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