I never realized

How much I depended on my grandma. She has been there for me pretty much every single day of my 28 almost 29 years here on earth. And for the past 8 years, we got even closer as I rented the apartment upstairs from her. She helped me in so many ways. She always was there to listen. Never can I remember her telling me that she didn't have time right now or could we talk later. Whenever/whereever/whatever I needed, she always took care of it right away. If I wanted to run to the store and not bring the kid, she would keep him. If I had doctors appointments, school, wanted to go out, or just because he wanted to see his GG, he was welcomed with open arms no matter what time of day. On Saturdays, I tend to sleep in, he would go down and eat breakfast and watch cartoons. If we were out of milk, she always had some. She always kept yogurt in the fridge because she knew he would be coming downstairs looking for some. On nice days, she would call and ask if he could go outside and sit on the front porch with her. They would spend hours out there together. When he needed help with homework and he was frustrating me, he would take his book down and she would help him finish. There's a million more things that she did for me.