July 8

Today is my hero's birthday. The woman that shaped who i am today. The woman who taught me everything i know about God, patience, love, and loyalty. She was my best friend, my mentor, and my confidant. I could tell her anything and knew that it was safe in her vault. She was my rock and my comforter. A coke float maker, baker, and cook extraordinaire. In my entire life, I have never met anyone as sweet, kind, gentle, soft spoke, feisty, or godly. Kathryn Crump was not only my grandmother but a friend, like none other. I miss her with every fiber of my being. The hole that was left in my heart is too big for words. YET, i know whose company she keeps and whose arms she is held in. I know that she is singing and dancing for Jesus unlike we ever witnessed her doing on Earth in her shy manner. I know that she is with Papaw and Aunt Hazel, her momma, daddy, sister, and brothers. She is happier than she ever was on Earth, and there is no more pain or tears for her. This does not keep me from missing her and Papaw, though. They will always be with me. They watch over me every day. Sometimes i talk to them--not like a crazy person, but just like a prayer. I tell them what is going on in my life, it helps me feel connected. Although i weep inside i know that it does me no good to mourn anymore. One day soon i will be reunited with them, but until then i will see them in every day of my life. I thank God every day for blessing me with them for even the short time i had with them.