Hayley
in honor of Jane.
Jane was my great grandma. I miss her so much. I remember when we would have Easter egg hunts at her house, I remember I would feed the cats with her at the farm, I remember the holidays. My dad and uncle would always ride down to the farm and pick her up. I wish I had gotten more time with her. The night she passed I was at a cheer lock in, we were watching a show. My mom was supposed to bring me my sleeping stuff but was running a little late. When she showed up she was crying, but she didn't tell me what was wrong. Later that night I felt a peaceful sign, I knew she had passed. That feeling didn't let me cry for a year. Now I cry almost every night. R.I.P Gramma we miss you.
