ROONIE.

Being ill always makes me long for my kind and caring Gram. Growing up she and I were very close, mainly due to the fact that I’ve always been somewhat of a sickly weakling. I suppose you could say my trials and tribulations with my health benefited me in one way: I was blessed enough to spend a great deal of time with the most amazing women I have, and probably will ever meet.
She was always patient with me in regards to my health. Always understanding and compassionate. A lot of my best memories and greatest life lessons were made and learned laying on my Gram’s sofa sniffling into a Kleenex, and smothered in Vicks vapor rub.
Oh, how I miss her.