
No one in the world has ever, or will ever, love me as much as my grandmother. This is sometimes a depressing thought, to know that the greatest love of my life is gone. Usually, however, I know how blessed I was and am to have such an awesome woman in my life. She died nearly ten years ago, and I miss her every single day of my life.
Yesterday, I went to a funeral. I hate funerals. I realize it is stupid to say that. After all, even my BBFF the funeral director doesn't have love for funerals. But the first funeral I ever really remember going to was for Grandma Bonnie. She did not look natural or any of the things they tell you. She looked empty. And from that day on, I have never approached another casket. I hope to keep that record. Because every time I even think about it, I relive that day.
It was July 17th, 2000, the first day of the Richland County Fair. I had to work at Spieth's that day, and I was very busy as it was Pageant night and we all had our barking orders. I went to pick up our lunch at Taco Bell, and I saw Grandma Bonnie driving. She greeted me with a warm smile and wave. Had I known that would be the last time I would see her alive, I would have jumped the curb and told her everything she meant to me. But very few people get that chance.
I went about my day, argued with her on the phone about eating before or after the pageant, and, of course, lost. After work, I buzzed over to her house for one of her lovingly dry hamburgers and oven baked onion rings. This moment would change my life forever.
There was an ambulance in the drive. Grandma was on the floor. I ran to her and threw myself on top of her. I begged her to come back to me. I told her how much I loved her. The EMT's made me leave so they could continue to try to help her.
As they loaded her in the ambulance my uncle, a police officer, arrived to drive Adam and I to the hospital. She died not long after we arrived at the hospital, but truly she was gone before she ever left the house. Her heart skipped a beat, as it had done so many times before, but this time it never recovered its rhythm.
This was the first, and I pray the last, nervous breakdown I experienced. I cried uncontrollably and asked anyone and everyone who would listen if she knew that I loved her. I couldn't breathe. I could not imagine my life without her. She was my rock. I couldn't go on without her.

My parents have been divorced for as long as I remember. Luckily for me, they have always gotten along. Far from fighting each other for our affection, they were overly accommodating. Both wanted to support me, but neither wanted to push the other out. I had never felt more alone in my life.
Sometimes, the universe aligns in ways that cannot be explained in any way other than divine intervention. As I was literally breaking down in the hallway on the first floor, another tragedy was happening upstairs. My theater family was attending to an injured friend. Just when I needed someone to hold me up, emotionally and physically, they were there for me.
I was blessed to have my theater family in my life on that day, and I have been blessed to experience many things, laughter and tears, with them since then. I lost the most important woman in my life, but gained a bond that has given me strength to face many adversities.
My only hope is that someday, someone in the world can love me one millionth as much as she did, and that I can find this love to give in return.