Her love
My great-grandmother Rita was an astounding woman with a heart of gold. It's obvious that she will never be considered perfect, but she was definitely a runner up. Out of anyone I have ever encountered in my whole life the love she showed me was by far the best I've ever felt. She gave me memories I couldn't forget if i tried and she died when I was only 6. She loved people, would take anyone in off of the street. She became Grandma Rita to everyone. I miss her smile every day and every time i look in the mirror i am reminded that I have memories with one of the most amazing people to have ever lived. especially since the level of kindness and care in the world has rapidly declined. Her love feels like being so thirsty in the middle of the night and finally getting to drink that bottle of water beside your bed. Or being so scared of something and feeling automatic relief when you are in her arms. Thats how she should be remembered.
