I Miss Her

July 9th, early in the morning, my grandmother took her last breath. My uncle Steve, who had been staying with her, was able to be there with her. Many people felt relief, as she had been suffering from enphazyma for some time, but the truth is I wanted more time.

Eliza and I were lucky enough to be there the evening before, and although my grandmother could not talk very well, or open her eyes, her face lite up when she heard Eliza come in the room. It meant a lot to me that they had such a close relationship.

With the passing of my grandmother, Eliza's migranes that had started the month before, went away. It was the anxiety of losing her that was causing the headaches. And although th headaches have not been back since, there has been a lot of tears from the both of us.

She was a great lady, and I hope to be a grand-daughter that brings her honor.

Barbara Joan Freed Rusk

11.29.1930 - 07.09.2010

Proverbs 31