My grandmother was like my mom. She raised me since I was 6 months old. My mom said she cried for me and I cried for her. So let me stay with her and she raised me. She always the strong one and keeping the whole family in line and had lots of family get togethers. She never got sick. I was always the sick one. She was always taking care of me when I got sick in the hospital. When I got older I had kids and we visited her, of course life got busy so we didnt go over there much then we moved and got to see her less and less and before I knew it she was up in age. She started having medical problems and we finally found out she had liver cancer and she got a new one but it only lasted 7yrs. then it got ahold of her again and she passed away. I never thought she would ever die. Now on birthdays and the day she died and the day we buried her its still hard and its been 8yrs. I miss her so much.