I LUV THE WAY YOU "AUNT OLIVIA" PORTRAYED YOUR GODDESSNESS.
I remember my Grandmother being very supportive. I recently reminisced with her about coming to my school in my senior year to be supportive of my cosmetology class. Out of all my friends I was pleased that she was one of the family members who came to show support. No matter if it was with school plays, selling girl scout cookies or even attending my baby shower she was always there. We were able to reflect back on this as I did her hair for the last time 2weeks ago with help from my Dad.I remember her still having a sense of humor during the time when she was ill and even listening to music with Bryce as well as enjoying her company everytime she saw her. She will be greatly missed but I will keep everything about her in my heart from the time I was a little girl to present. LOVE U GRAM , RIP !( Not rest in peace but rest in paradise !!!!)
One of my youngest memories was at the age of possibly four, and living on North St. Mt. Vernon NY, when the furance caught on fire. I recall the fire department responding, and as a neighbor held my hand, my mom and the firemen disappeared into the smokey basement. I cried my eyes out, thinking that my mom would not return. It was joy to see her emerge from the basment safe and sound, as the smoke slowly disappeared.
That may have been the day I thought of being in public service. She always told that I always spoke to every fireman and police I saw. Now that she is gone, my tears are tears of joy, that her suffering is now over, and although she will not return, I now know that she is once again safe and sound, in the hands of the Lord.
