The Post-it Notes: Heaven Sent Birthday Wishes

She called me Kimee. And although she had over forty grandchildren she always had a way of making each one of us feel special. She was just strict enough that you dare not disobey, but loving enough that you longed to be around her. She sang like an angel and cooked like one too. She was my spiritual example. She never seemed to get old, to me. Always the same. Always grandma. Always caring for everybody else. Always running the show. Until one day she wasn’t anymore. Her body appeared yellow and fragile and weak. And then suddenly - just like that - she was gone.

Cancer may have taken her life,
but it will never be able to take her memory.

Happy Birthday Grandma.

I miss you.

Grandma - in her last days
Dad
and Marie, wearing Grandma's head scarf