I feel like a part of my heart is missing and I am having trouble even formulating words to express my feelings. You were such a big part of all of our lives growing up and one of the only relatives that was there for me throughout it all. You were the first person to accept me for who I am. You taught me to live unapologetically and to say what I feel. I learned a lot from you and can attribute my wicked sarcasm and dark humor to you. It’s gotten me into some trouble, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. There are so many good memories from family dinners, to sleep overs, summers in Canada or just spending the day at the beach. As most families do as we got older we saw each other less but that just made the moments we did even more special. I was unable to say goodbye to you and I will never forgive myself for that. I know how proud of me you were and I hope that I can continue to make you proud as I try to navigate through this life. A piece of my heart will be forever missing. I love you so much grandma. The world and this family will never be the same. R.I.P Maretta. I love you.