I know you can't make this really happen, but I want my Gram back.
I want to know her secret to her perfect chocolate chip cookies.
I want to have apples & cheese for dessert again and not complain.
I want to taste her mac & cheese that she made with fake cheese.
I won't complain when she gives me a Miller High Life and makes me sit an hour before she lets me drive.
I want to have sliced bananas covered a bit in "half & half."
I want to have her BLT's - bacon cooked and fridged a week before and bread she kept in the freezer.
I will promise to eat fruit. All. the. time.
I want her chocolate pound cake with the "red hots" sprinkled on top.
I want to stop crying.