3 years without you..

They say time heals all wounds, but does it really?  It has been 3 years since I lost my Grandma and it's still difficult to see that light; I see her in everything I do and I miss her more and more every day.
I think of how much she'd love Oliver and how happy she'd be to see him grow into a charming little man; she loved her grandchildren and great grandchildren so much and she felt so proud of our growing family.
My Grandma always had something nice to say, a smile to give, a hug to share, a story with a great lesson...she had such a big heart and I feel so lucky to have been able to enjoy her as much as I did.
When a loved one dies, we try to hold on to their memory, we cherish the good and try to forget the bad, we start honoring them in everything we do and we hope with all our hearts that the pain of their absence will slowly lessen so we can move on without them...but it takes so much time and it is so hard!  Three whole years have passed since I last saw my Grandma and my wounds just aren't healing, the pain is not lessening and my love for her just grows...there isn't a day that I don't think of her and I spend every waking hour making sure my children know how important she was to me, I never want them to forget her and I want them to love her as much as I do.
I wish we could have just one last Scrabble match, one more afternoon of telling stories, one more phone call, take one more picture together but in the meantime, I can only carry on her legacy and keep her in my heart..
Grandma, I miss you SO MUCH.. these have been the longest 3 years of my life, without you nothing is the same and I hope we can meet again...thank you for leaving your footprints on my heart...