Februrary 19th is coming up quick and it's a day that I have dreaded for an entire year. Last year on that day, my grandmother Essie May died from heart failure down in Memphis, Tenn. My mom is the one who is going to take this day the hardest. It's going to be hard to function and go to class as well. When I was younger I used to write my grandma all the time. I would tell her tales of woe about my moms (then) boyfriend whom I couldn't stand and would tell her how I was doing in school. She came here to Colorado for my high school graduation and she was the only person that I felt that I could talk to without my mother hearing about it later. It hurts that she never got to see my beautiful son Kyle and it makes me feel guilty having not sent her a picture of him before she passed. I believe that she is watching over us and she can see how he's growing and learning. I still find it amazing that i have my great grandmother in my life and I want to introduce my son to his great great grandmother soon. I don't want another missed opportunity.