My Grandmother was the most important person in my life for the first 25+ years of my life.
She was my Security blanket. she was my friend. she was my Grandma...
My mom had me at 16 years old so my grandmother was there for me allot more then your avg grandma.
whenever I was in trouble she bailed me out. when Ron beat me, she would come rescue me. when I needed a Car of my own, she helped me buy it. when I blew up my car, she helped get it fixed. when I needed a place to live and couch surfing wasn't cutting it, she gave me a room.
I can say without a doubt in my mind that no one has ever been there for me to the Degree that she was.
she LOVED my hair. she would run her fingers through it and make comments like "Your hair is so thick", or "I wish I could grow hair like this...". the sad part is ever since I was like 14+ years old my head was either buzzed or shaved bald.
Second to last time I went to see her before she died I had long hair. she asked me if I had grown it out for her and I bold faced lied and said it was. the truth was I just couldn't afford a real hair cut and I was too lazy to Buzz it myself.
I didn't go to her funeral and have yet to go to the Graveyard to see her... Guilt, trouble dealing with the fact that she is gone, and so fourth... But Ive decided in Early August I'm going to go see her. and I'm not touching my hair until I do. and it will be for her.
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Awww *hugs you* You're granny was stern but wonderful to you. I think it will give you a little closure.
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