...and even now it still hurts. My grandma died 8 years ago today. Today, my mom, our friend Marie, and I walked in the Race for the Cure. Mom and I both did it in her memory. I really wish that she didn't have to die of breast cancer. It is the worst feeling in the world to know that she had to go through that.
As I sit here today, I will be continuing something that she taught me as a child. I will be crocheting. I will be doing something else that she taught me, to care for others and give your best. I will be crocheting a prayer shawl for Darrin's aunt, Gerry who was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Seems kinda strange that I am making a prayer shawl for Darrin's aunt who has the same cancer that my grandma did. Prayer Shawls weren't popular when grandma had her cancer. If they were, I would have made her one. Just like I am for Gerry. It would have been pink, just like Gerry's...for breast cancer awareness. I really hope that Gerry likes this. I know she is going through a hard time coming to grips with going through this again. I will post a photo of the shawl when it is completed.
