In memory of Allie Mae Fisher

This weekend was very long for me. On Friday David and I had our six month anniversary. Last Thursday we drove up to Coeur d’Alene Idaho. We worked Friday and Saturday at David's Aunt and Uncles cabin by the lake. Saturday night David checked his messages and received news that my grandmother (my mom's mother) had turned for the worst fast after finding out a month ago that she was dieing of liver failure. I had planed on stopping in Moses Lake (where she lives) on our way back home to see her on Monday, but we decided to leave a day early. Less than a half hour to Moses Lake my mom called me to tell me that her mom had passed away. I don't know why, but I had felt guilty that I didn't get there in time to say goodbye one last time. I'm sure I wouldn't have liked seeing her die, but I would have gone through that if I could of told her one last time how much I loved her and that I would miss her.

For mother's day my whole family got together at my grandmother's house. That was the only time besides Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter (when we were kids), and weddings that my whole family had gotten together. It was special and I could tell my grandmother was happy to have all her four kids and their spouses, her eleven grandchildren, and her eight great-grandchildren there. A moment I imprinted in my mind so I would never forget was after I gave my grandma some pretty potted purple flowers that were in a pretty little vase. We were on my grandparents deck and I watched her as she delicately touched the flowers and looked at them with adoration in her eyes.

I know she's in a better place, but what makes me sad is that I miss her too much. She'll always be in my heart though.