First, a woman.
Second, a mother.
Then, a grandmother.
And last, a friend.
Left with 7 children to raise on her own.
I can only imagine how difficult it was.
Everyday was a struggle.
Money tight.
Work was hard.
But life at home was even worse.
7 children to raise on her own.
Seven…
All under the age of 18.
She tried her hardest.
She gave them as much as she could.
She guided them as best as she could.
She loved them all individually and unconditionally.
She blames herself for the mistakes her children made.
To this day she blames herself for her children’s faults.
To this day, she still struggles.
To this day, she deals with the aftermath of her children’s problems.
Her children are no longer children.
Her heart is soft.
Her heart is too soft.
She breaks down when they run they to her for help.
She can’t help but give a helping hand.
She would never leave her children in the cold.
They come, take what they want, and leave again.
But her heart remains soft.
My grandmother was there when I was born.
My grandmother helped raise me.
My grandmother took the place of my own mother.
My grandmother is the strongest woman I know.
Grandma, thank you for making me the woman I am today.