It’s only been 12 hours. 12 hours and I’m lying in bed crying into my pillow and listening to your voicemails. I only have seven, but oh my god. Hearing you say “I love you.”, I would give everything I have to hear you say it out loud one more time. It’s not possible, I know that. You were the best grandma I could have asked for. I love you so much, it’s unbelievable. I only have seven because I always picked up on the first ring if I could, but you know what? I’m glad I didn’t. At least seven times.