You were the embodiment of what it means to be strong.
You were a guide, a teacher, a therapist, a hard worker and our Beav.
As individuals, we had our own struggles and battles. They were real, they were powerful and they were even dark at times; yet you fought them along with us because you didn't want us to be alone and comforted us when we needed it the most. You picked us up out of the darkness using you love, your light and your hand.
You fed us whether we liked it or not but you didn't do it for reasons most would think. You didn't want us going hungry and you made it your mission to make sure we ate.
A tradition that went on forever (especially during your birthday, mother's day and Christmas) was to get you to cry for even a brief moment so we can see the joy on your face as you shed a tear. At one time or another, I believe all of us made that happen but we never knew when it would happen.
You were there before I could speak and fought for me when some thought I wouldn't make it. You were there when I was literally broken. You were there to see me play and grow and you taught me more than I can say.
You loved us even when we struggled to love ourselves.
You put your hand on our shoulders and hugged us when we cried or to just hold us because you just needed someone to hold.
The world won't be the same without you.
Your smile, your laugh and your love will never fade as we carry those memories throughout our journeys now.
The beacon of light on our shoulders will be you continuing to guide us as we carry on what you created.
Rest well and thank you for everything.
I love you grandma. RIP
