my grandma has been gone over 17 years now, she died when I was 12. She was my best friend and thinking about her still breaks my heart all over again.
I have many little memories of her, going to the orchard, feeding the ducks, her bringing me home an italian chicken sandwich from BK on her way home from work
She used to wrap our Christmas presents in brown paper bags
I still have a birthday card she gave me that says "to my best friend".
I wish that she could have been around to see me grow up, I wish that she had been around for me to tell her how much I loved her, how very very much she meant to me instead of her passing away before I truly realized it myself