My grandmother, Rose Marie Sidney died on June 17th, 2001.We called her Sweet Mama. She was my best friend. Maybe it's the rain but when I woke up this morning, I missed her so so much. I miss our conversations, our fun, our relationship. My mother is a business woman, in and out of airports, here and there. She has a fun spirit but she got that from my grandmother, she was fun 24/7, always wanted to dance, act silly, make jokes. I feel like a lot of my characteristics come from her. Just wish she could see how far I've come; and I'm not even all the way there yet. I know she would be proud. But her physically not being here, is always going to sting a little.
I was semi-adopted by another woman as her grand daughter in 2008.(I decided not to put her name out of discretion for the family) During that time, I felt like a child again, whole again. She really made me feel like I was one of her own and I could have asked for a better adopted grandmother. So when she passed away, I cried, oh shit, did I ever, I cried my eyes out. A lot of people didn't understand how I could've felt that way for a woman who wasn't my blood in such a short amount of time but, it was her spirit, and everything about her. If only I could have done more, been there more..She was a great woman, forever missed.
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