So I was looking at some pictures of my family and I ran across some of my Grandma. She was a very special lady and I miss her a lot. When I was growing up I lived just a mile down the street so I always saw her. I t was also a good thing she lived close because I would get kicked out of the house by my mother (she was bipolar and kind of did crazy shit sometimes). So my Grandma raised me, just as much, if not more than my parents. She also always told me I was her favorite grandchild. I thought she told all 20 of us grandchildren until I went to the funeral and my older cousins told me how my Grandma told everyone I was her favorite. I have a lot of regrets. I wish my grandmother was able to see me sober. She probably never did, only when I was growing up. There is also a lot I want to tell her. I want to tell her how much she meant to me. How much I love her. How much she made me such a good man to woman. I believe in respecting womanhood. They should be loved and respected, never hurt them and give them tons and tons of love. This is about all can write right now, I miss her too much.