My grandma, Bette Mae Langer, was one of the most amazing women I've ever known. She made a mean chocolate frosting, always, always had something delicious to feed you, loved to watch Grizzly Adams and That 70s Show, and was never afraid to speak her mind.
This month marks the three year anniversary of her diagnosis with terminal cancer, next month marks the 3 year anniversary of her passing. Her death was devastating for me and every year at this time I seem very sad. I think that I must be re-greiving her.
I miss her, but not in the way in which I pick up the phone to call her and then remember that she's gone; I'm used to her being gone. I miss her presence, the sound of her laughter, the Norwiegen accent that came out only when she was excited, the smell of her kitchen, and her mashed potatoes.