Holding On, Joys, Remembering, Loving
Yesterday, for some reason, I sat down on my bed and suddenly thought of this person: His name is Warren "Granddaddy" Johnson. He passed away back in '95. He and his wife Erma "Grandma" has been part of my life for as long as I can remember and has been to the hospital every time I had surgeries. Erma passed away last year. Warren would carry me to the prep room, he would hold my hand whenever the nurses would have to do any kind of "thing" to me. I remember getting surprises after I woke up from surgeries; I remember getting visits.....they both were part of my life. Yesterday, I just had a sudden meltdown. ME? at 34 yrs old having a meltdown!!!???!! YES! He's k...