We Miss You Terribly Mom, Grandma!

I still haven't come to grips with the fact that we'll never see you again. We had no way of knowing that our last time together would be at the park behind your house in September. Jack won't remember it, but you loved how he picked dandelions for you - clumsily snatching them from the ground and then giggling as he raced to you. I knew you'd save those dandelions forever, but had no idea your forever would be so short.

As I tearfully disassembled the shrine to Jack you'd constructed in the dining room at your house, worn corners on the some of the photos made clear that you'd carried a few of them with you in your purse, so proudly sharing pictures of your only grandson with friends and strangers alike. I smiled, remembering the story you told about the woman on the bus who, when you brandished the photos, told you that you'd already shown her your pictures of Jack four times.

You will live on in me, Jack, and everyone else touched by your tremendous spirit. May you rest in peace, Janet Ann Babb.