"You can choose to be happy or sad, I choose to be happy"
It was on her fridge for as long as I can remember. A magnet. I read it every time I visited.
Grandma Hazel had lots of bumps in her life -- I think a lot of people might have not chosen to be happy, but she did.
Last night, my sister and mom and I sat in my living room, talking about Grandma Hazel. I pulled my pictures of her off the wall, the ones where she was dressed up as the Village People at my cousins wedding. And we remembered how beautiful her letters were, in words and handwriting, always telling us how much she loved us. I don't think she ever got over my dad dying- there is something wrong with your son going before you. Now I hope they are together somewhere, laughing. I think that's how most people would remember Hazel. Full of spunk and always laughing, that was my Grandma.
I will miss her greatly.