I should have written this months ago, but it was just too painful then. So, today I honour my grandmother.
It’s funny, I look back on my life and all the people I’ve met, and I know I’ve made some enemies. I consider myself a good person, but not everyone in life is going to see you that way.
And then there’s my Gramma.
Marilyn Jean Richardson was the most perfect human being I’ve ever met. In the days leading up to her passing, we discovered something amazing; we couldn’t recall one person who has said a bad word about her. Everyone adored her; she was your stereotypical sweet old lady with the biggest heart. Although I’m willing to bet that anyone you can imagine is still not as wonderful as my Gramma.
I love her so much.
And I know she loved her family just as much. Her children and grandchildren were her whole life. She loved nothing more than to sit and talk to each and every one of us about the updates in our lives, making you feel like the most important person in the world in that moment. And she always made sure we knew how proud she was of us. For that I will be forever thankful.
I loved the way she always had jujubes at the top of the fridge waiting for us. I loved the way she always remembered to call and sing “Happy Birthday” no matter how old we got. I loved her relationship with my grandfather, and the way they still looked at each other like teenagers deeply in love. I loved her warm smile, I loved her advice, I loved it all.
Our thing was always our birthdays. Gramma was born on June 10th and I was the 13th. She was my birthday buddy and there was always that one week in June that was dedicated to us. I’m not sure I’m ready for this first year without her; it will never be the same.
It’s damn near impossible to summarize Marilyn Richardson into a blog, especially when she deserves so much more. But this is what I can give. I miss her more than my words can express and I deeply regret not spending more time with her.
I love you Gramma.
I miss you.
And I’ll never forget you.
The Madison Project 
Reblogged this on The Grandmother Club and commented:
This is how I want to be remembered by my grandchildren. This young woman writes a touching tribute to a grandmother who was such an influence in her life. As the gramma, I can only hope to have such a relationship as this, one where it hurts when we must separate.
Thank you so much for your kind words. I took a look at your blog and I’m sure your grandchildren feel the same way about you as I do about my gramma. It’s such a special bond that can never be broken.