Hey, guys. I have something to tell you. Do you remember when I did the Ten-In-One Challenge a little while back? Well, Fact 8 was "My grandmother, who was my role model, passed away from lung cancer. Every day on April 1st, the day she passed, I wear all black and a silver choker she gave me."
Today is April 1st.
I wanted to do something for her, something to show you guys how amazing she was. So, I'll tell you what she's done for me, as well as a poem she wrote for me. Prepare yourselves; I'm pretty sure this will be long.

Ever since I was little, I've had a special connection with my grandmother, BB. I mean, not to brag, but I was (and still am) her only granddaughter. I feel like I had her eyes; not my mum's, not my dad's, but hers. Her heart was pure gold; every single year, she worked with the Salvation Army and the Giving Tree just because she wanted to and always mad room for others.
When The Divorce happened, she was the one I could talk to. If I talked to one of my parents, it'd be unfair to the other, and I had to be strong for my little brother, Dylan. BB and my grandfather were also the people who housed me, Dylan, and Mum until my mum could find a new house or an apartment.
So, when we found out she had lung cancer, I was devastated. As if I couldn't get deeper into depression. She told she had three months to live, and wanted to take Dylan and I to Disney World, so that she could she is smile. This is going to sound like I'm rich, but my grandparents have this tradition where they take one of their grandchildren to Disney World when he turns 10 (I say he because, again, I'm the only granddaughter). Dylan wasn't 10 yet, but BB wanted to take him, knowing that she wouldn't be around to take him another time.
Let's take a minute to say why perseverance and healthy eating pay off. With both of those things, BB lived one year and three months after her diagnosis of cancer. That's an entire year longer than what doctors told her. But, as my father always says, "All great things must come to an end" (even though I hate that saying...).
     April 1st, 2012: I woke up at 6:00 in the morning with a weird feeling in my stomach and couldn't go back to sleep. At about 8:30, I was about to head downstairs, when my at-the-time mum's boyfriend told me to stay in my room. It was around 9:25 when he came to get Dylan and I. We got downstairs to see our father at the door.
     To make a long story short(er), he told us what we were expecting, but hoped would never come; at 6:00 in the morning, the same time I woke up, BB passed.

Aria

I'll think of you every time I see
A beautiful butterfly,
An ant or worm crawl by,
A rainbow in the sky,
Big, blue eyes about to cry.
You are so very precious to me.

Bible School, church, dancing, and singing
Camping trips, parks, McDonald's, and swinging
Our memories are many and I wouldn't trade a one
Because of you, everything is fun!

You've given me joy beyond belief
For low spirits, you're the perfect relief
My love miles and time cannot sever
You're in my heart and prayers forever

BB

     The italics above are the poem she made me when I was five.
     This is my tribute to my grandmother, BB Whitacre, and I hope she's had a good four years of Heaven. I miss her every single waking moment, and I hope that one day, I'll see her again.
    
     So, you finished my tribute to my role model! Thank you for reading that ginormous thing!! I will hopefully get an actual chapter up soon; I have one in the works.
                             -Aria, a person who wants to remember, not forget