I woke up this morning and put the American flag up outside, when I came back inside my Dad was waiting for me. He asked me what I wanted to do today for the fourth of July. I told him that I didn't know. He told me that he wanted to do something extra big today. It all seemed to be a great idea until he told me why.

"Live Big." it was the two last words that came out of my Gramma's mouth this morning before she passed away.

It hurts, and I can't stop crying. Nothing feels okay right now. My body aches, and my eyes literally burn.

Apparently my gramma did not want people who lived out of town to come up for the funeral because she doesn't want us to mourn. She told my grampa that she didn't want people to be sad, but to just live big. I'll never get to see her again and the thought of that is tearing me apart.

September 14th, 1923 - July 4th, 2007. Rest In Peace Gramma. I love you and miss you.