It was October 16th, 2010- my little brother Lucs birthday. He was turning 12! I was 5 months pregnant, and went to his birthday party at the karate studio... Our Granny wasnt doing well at all, had had a bad fall, and a little stay at the hospital. She was then living at my parents house, had refused any of her medication, and had made the decision to "let nature take its course". At Lucs birthday party my mom asked me to go to the house and take over a shift of watching Granny. She was barely even there... mostly was just staring off in another world. I got to the house and took over for the Relief Society Pres. Sister Dotson. The three of us were in that room together, and boy could you feel the spirit. I was standing next to Grannys bed talking to Sis. Dotson, and Granny shot up from laying down, grabbed my pregnant tummy, and smiled so big! She gave a sort of laugh like in awe. And then, just as quick as it came, it left and she laid back down. She was the most stubborn lady I've ever met! She was such a trooper! She stayed as long as she could, in my opinion, so she didnt ruin Lucs birthday. She died Sunday morning, while everyone was sleeping. I miss her so much. I miss her crazyness, her energy, the way she moaned after every bite of her taco bell tacos. I am so sad I wasn't able to see her with my daughter. I wish I could hear her laugh again, not only in my thoughts. But I know I will someday- Till we meet again Granny! I Love You!
