My apologies for the lack of blogging in the past week, but life caught me off guard Thursday, the 17th. My grandmother, Rose 'Sissie' Marie Morris, better known as Maw-Maw, passed away. She was ill, with COPD and Emphysema and we knew her time was coming, but when it actually happened no one was really ready for it. I loved my Maw-Maw for everything that she was: feisty, loving, honest and loyal. Her heart truly broke on May 6, 1997 when her husband, and my Pop-Pop lost a battle with Lymphoma. He was the love of her life, and you could see how much she missed him every day she was without him. And that is why I know it's ok for her early departure from all of us. 66-years-old is too early to die, but knowing that she has been reunited with Pop-Pop again puts my mind at ease, because there is nothing more that she really wanted. I love you Maw-Maw, and will miss your wonderful laugh and joking nature!