
It’s been two years today since my Grandma Nada passed before my eyes and while I was holding her hand.
I’m missing you everyday.
I miss your guidiness.
I miss your hugs.
I miss our Wednesday phone calls.
I miss your cooking.
I miss you!
My Grandma
by Mandy Bauer
My grandma was special in everyway,
She made me smile everyday.
And she was always there…


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It’s strange that sometimes I still go to reach the phone when I am on the road wanting to share something exciting and she is the only one I want to tell. Then I realize once again that she has gone. The urge to pick up that phone is powerful as is wanting to still talk with her.
The poem is beautiful and missing her will never end. I loved her with every bit of who I am and miss her like crazy too!
You my sweet and loving brother are not alone in missing her.