About six and a half months ago, the doctors found it. The thing robbing her of her health. The culprit, lung cancer. She was strong. She had a previous felon known as Oat Cell Carcinoma nearly 20 years earlier and she was given a mere six months to live then, now she was given eight weeks at most. She was unable to fight this new miscreant not only because of her age and previous radiation treatments, but also because the new offender also took over the control center, her brain. The doctors informed us there was no way she would be able to fight it this time, but all she said was that she would beat it. It was hard having to tell her that she could not. We were lucky enough to have had around five weeks left with her. I personally was lucky (& unlucky) enough to volunteer at the nursing home where she was staying on hospice. Lucky to have seen her almost every day but unlucky to see her suffer so much. Growing up she was my best friend. I spent so much time with her and learned so much from her. She taught me how to cook, showed me strength & comfort, and showed me unconditional love. She means so much to me and holds a special place in my heart. I called her Granny and there is not one day that I have not thought of her. She was a fighter. One of the strongest people I have ever known. Although it is sad to know she is gone, I have comfort in realizing she is in a much better place. It was hard seeing her fight the battle, harder to not have her around for the holiday, but hardest to lose her. You never really recognize and fully appreciate people's presense in your life until their gone. I can't wait to see her again some day. I miss you everyday Granny. Rest In Peace. August 16, 1942 to July 20, 2014.