February 18th. A day that I'll always remember. It's my dear grandma Faye's birthday. She passed away February 23, 1990 when I was just 10 years old. She was such an important person in my life and still is...I just know that she is my guardian angels and has helped to guide me through several sticky situations.
So my mom just called and told me the sweetest thing. I was 10 when grandma passed away and mom was only 28. My sisters were 3 and 4. So I am really the only grandchild that knew my grandma. So, as always, mom called me to see how I am doing today. Truly, grandma was on my mind as soon as I woke up today. I miss her so much. I can smell her straight up polyester shirts and feel the touch of her soft skin. Mom proceeded to tell me that she doesn't remember a single birthday since grandma passed that she and I haven't spoken and talked about her on her birthday. Mom said that every time she thinks of grandma, I am always connected to that thought. She said that it makes her feel better to talk to me on her mom's birthday. How incredibly sweet/awesome is that? I honestly never knew that my mom felt like that.
I often visit grandma's grave and I am looking forward to taking Sadie there this spring and having a picnic. You see, Sadie and I are lucky to be named after such a wonderful, beautiful, loving woman. I love my grandma so much, but am happy that she is my angel.
Oh, and mom told me that dad shaved her head. Sad face. But, I'll take a bald headed, tired mom over a nauseous, poopy one. We've been "lucky" with this chemo and it's side effects. Only 5 more rounds and then on to the next treatment. I was looking back, my mom has been living with stage IV breast cancer for almost a year. Step by step, we are looking to beat the odds!