Today my heart hurts, I long to speak to my beloved grandmother. I miss her and think of her every day. I dreaded the that I would hear the news, that she passed on. When Mat came up the stair the first of March I knew something just was not right. He had a look in his eye of pain, he spoke the words, as I fell in his arms and to my knees crying so hard and so painfully. I couldn't stand, speak or even open my eyes. My grandmother believed in me like nobody else, she listened to every word I spoke and her voice filled with joy when I would call and say hello to her most Thursdays before sewing. I am so glad I called her and spoke to her on the Saturday before she passed, she sounded good and filled with spirit. She had been sick the weeks leading up to her death. I remember, telling my father that I promise to carry on the last name White, and now I hope I can fulfill this promise, I am today the only person left in my family to carry it on. I am what is left of the White side. In loving memory of Bethel M White, Frank White, and Wayne White --