What really matters okay, so we are getting through these remembrances. Yesterday, Feb. 28th was my beloved grandmother’s birthday. This is my mamma’s mom. My Nana was 91 when she died. That is why I truly thought my mom would live for many years later. I’m okay, but I’m not okay. My heart grieves beyond anything I’ve ever known. I miss my mom more than anything on this earth. Sometimes I find myself reverting back to a very young child, crying and stomping my feet, I want my mommy
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