i just remember growing up and spending sooooo much time with my grandma. me and my sister would spend at least 2-3 days each week at her house up until we moved from Maryland in 2008. she’s really all we’ve known. really all we’ve had to look up too.
everyone in my family is just taking this really hard because she meant the WORLD to us. we literally ran everything by her, made every move for her and she’s just fucking gone now. how do we move forward without drifting apart?



















