I'm sitting here trying to study for finals, but at the moment all I can think about is the house fire that took the lives of my grandmother and three baby cousins four years ago. Days, weeks and years have gone by since it happened, but you can never really get over something like that. I know most of my fellow GRBers have lost loved ones in a painful fashion at some point in time, so you guys can probably understand where I'm coming from. There are still days when I'll wake up and forget that Grandma Barbara is no longer with us. Her favorite thing to do was call me and my brothers to talk Mizzou athletics - she loved Gary Pinkel (thought he was a stud muffin
), despised Quinn Snyder and could go on and on about both the football team and basketball team. She had a wonderful sense of humor, she raised nine great kids, she never complained or thought about how the world had done her wrong, and she was thoroughly admired and respected by all who knew her.
So, here's to Garrett, Mallory, Megan and Grandma Barbara - I still miss them every day, but it's nice to reflect on all the great memories.
