Hi, i’m Avery. Kathy was my grandmother, but i call her my grammy. It’s currently 11:30PM and i’m writing this because my grandmother was special. She deserved a lot, she worked hard, she was a single mother to three boys and one of those boys happened to be my dad Peter. She was in St. Thomas University single, and a mother of three, and she did it, she graduated university and continued her life with a smile on her face. Then my dad had me and I think i was about one or two when this happened but i was jumping on her stomach while she held me, and she felt a sharp pain. They took her to the hospital and they said she had cancer. Of course my parents wanted me to act the same around her growing up so they didn’t tell me. I didn’t find out she had cancer until 9 years later. Then after that moment i still treated her like Grammy. Until it got worse and worse. I knew she was very sick, which made me sad. But it makes me sad today, i didn’t hug her as tight as i wanted to hug her, because i was scared i would hurt her. But looking back i wish i could give her a big hug right now. Then when she was really sick, we all went to Fredericton. Of course i wasn’t aloud to see her because we knew she wouldn’t want me to see her like that. So i stayed with my Nanny.
So one day i went to the mall with my Nanny and when we came back my parents were there to tell us that Grammy passed. It was a very sad moment. Then the funeral came. My dad went up to do a speech and he said that she always cared for others more then she cared for herself and it was true. I loved that about her, she always wanted me to be happy. Then he said that her grandchildren meant the most to her. That sentence makes me happy because i loved her more then anything, and now i know how much she loved me. I’m 11 years old now and i still miss her, i just needed to tell someone my feelings.

Very sorry for your loss. Love to the family