I don't know about you, but for the most part I have spent my life wondering if people really liked me, or really loved me. Every relationship was a huge question of my anxiety, except for one. My grandmother Doris Miller, know to her grandchildren affectionately as Mimi was always loving, and on Monday she passed away. Never have I felt so shocked or upset. Mimi was one of the best people I had ever known, and the world is dimmer because she is not in it

Mimi always loved anyone, and everyone, and no one ever doubted it. Every memory I had of her was one where she was telling me how beautiful I was or how good I was, or how much she wanted me to have a good life. I remember making fun of her for washing ice, or the kitchen for the 1000 time in one day, but that was who she was. She made sure that everything she did and every detail showed people just how much she cared.

One of my best memories of my Mimi was when I was about 5 or 6 years old. We had taken out my grandfather's fishing boat, with my entire family. Then the skies began to darken. The clouds turned into bruises and lightning flashed brightly to the sky. The rest of the boats had gone in but ours struggled to make back to the dock. My brother and I had never been so frightened in our entire lives. We felt the water might swallow us.Mimi, who usually never went with us on the boat, clutched my brother and I close to her chest. She never let us go for one second as we made our long trek back to shore. The rest of the week she spent her time apologizing for causing the storm. She hated that my brother and I were so scared, and all she wanted was for us to feel better.

Mimi never gave up on her family or the people in her life. She supported my brother when he decided to change his vocation from Engineer to Pastor. She always supported me to pursue my writing career and even flew out from Texas to Colorado to see my graduation. She would listen to me about Game of thrones or Boys or anything I could talk about even if she didn't understand. She used to want to fight the boys who hurt me or the girls who hurt my brother. Mimi was the sweetest and most loving person in my life, and I will miss her every day. I will miss knowing that one person would always love me no matter who I was, and would always support me. Mimi spent her life loving others, and I will spend mine trying to do the same. I love you Mimi, goodbye, and I'll think of you always