I often speak of my "Brother". He is actually my best friend, but he is my brother in every sense other than genetics. I am a firm believer in adoption, and we basically adopted eachother as brothers years ago.

His grandma, "Me-Ma", had become better than my own grandmas ever were over the years. Feisty old lady with a good sense of humor and a kind heart.

I got a call this morning that she passed away last night. Had a heart attack and died before medics could get there.

I’m sharing this because I passed on going over there earlier in the week because I was tired, ankle hurt, and generally just wanted to take the night off. I passed on my last chance to see her, and am hating myself right now because of it.

I’m not wanting any sympathy. I just want any of you out there that still have your grandmas to give her a call and tell her you love her.

I love you Me-Ma.