When I get through tough days, the only person I want to talk to about it is my Great-Grandmother. She was always the most welcoming, kind person I had in my life. She believed in me no matter what, and she never thought the worst of me—no matter what I did or said. She had the biggest heart out of everyone I knew, accepted everyone, and forgave everything. She passed this past November, right before her birthday.

I miss her greatly every single day. Her presence is still known on every holiday that passes, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. She loved getting the family together. There is talk about an annual family reunion in her honor, just to get everyone together and stay together like a real family.

But honestly, what I miss the most is her advice and the stories that she used to tell. She would always reassure me that everything would be okay and would advice me on what she would do if she were in my position. It always made me feel so much better and it made me feel as though I would be able to handle what is going on.

On days like what Saturday was, I missed it the most.