Her name was June, and died of ovarian cancer almost a month ago. She was my hero, and my champion. She was all that a little girl could ask for in a grandmother. I miss her more than i could ever imagine. She was the only person who was always there for me, and always found something to praise me about. She told the same stories over and over again, but she was so full of life. I just wish i could talk to her again. Now that she is gone, it feels like my life is worthless, like it doesn't… Continue