I Loved Her as if she was my own.
R.I.P. To Irene, the woman who could have easily been mistaken (in my own mind) for my own grandmother. I loved her as if she were my own. On the outside, her last few years, she may have not been the most beautiful woman, but on the inside, she was. And now she is beautiful once again resting in heaven, waiting for her family. Can't wait to see you again, "Grandma".