I havent always been the nicest of people towards you.
But something Is true i respect you in so many levels. I don't see you as a Gran I see you as a Mother.
You were there for me since the day i was born, always there to hold my hand when things got tough. I have lived with you for 15 years and I know that you are truly a gift to society.
Everyone calls you Gran even my friends and people in the street. I think my friends are jealous that i have such a great Gran. They respect you and sometimes give me stick for the way I treat you.
The door to Ur heart is always open. It surprises me how much love u have for others. You have opened the door for strangers and gave them a whole new hope on life.
I am proud to call you my Gran and I don't care what know-one says you are the best.
When you hug me I feel safe like nothing can touch me. When I am hurt you talk things through with me. You spoil me and everyone knows but my love for you grows and grows.
I love you like a fat kid loves cake. Ur the apple of my eye my sweet cherry pie. You hold my hand through the walk of life guiding me. When i fall you pick me back up and brush off the dirt.
When Grandpa died you kept the family together and managed to stay strong. You got up every morning and put on a smile even though u never felt like it.
I havent always gave you the respect that you so deserve. For now on I will try and be a better Grand-daughter
