my grandma died friday.
i'm not ready to write about her yet.
i'm not good with death.
the first few days i tell my self everything is going to be fine over and over again.
the next few days i realize it's not.
and then i cry.
i feel peace in my heart knowing she got to be a part of my children's lives.
even if it was a small part for my smallest baby.
my grandma rubbed her sweet tummy for an hour and baby stella was in heaven.
she was amazing.