On 04/06/09 my best friend died. My Grandmother, she was beautiful and she made mistakes but she tried to make up for them. She suffered for months with cancer in her blood. My dad and I cried together after he told me she was gone.

She yet to be buried.

She was cremated and is sitting in the closet of my foul Aunt. She spent all of the life insurance money on whatever drugs she was on at that time. My Grandmother was my best friend for years, we played games together, we built dreamcatchers and I simply revered her. We adored each other and I was her best friend to. I have cried all day because I wanted to go to the place she lived when I would spend weeks at a time at her house. My mothers words "Sarah, there's nothing there." I am thinking about asking my dad to help me get her ashes and taking me, him and her ashes up to her old town that we loved. I guess my question is, Why doesn't she get anything? Even the worst of people get proper burial services. Why does she have to spend eternity in a druggies closet? If I have to walk the way to my aunts I will. I will give her the burial she deserves and I just plead for her to be pleased. My Grandfather and Grandmother, ashes spread over the place they both loved, by me and my dad? I don't know how... I must try though. 04/06/09 I'll love you until I die, Gloria.