That someone...We all need someone special. That one special person that sparks our happyness and our shyness. When you see them, your happyness goes through the roof! Even if they're a friend, a boyfriend or a girlfriend, or even your Grandma, you all feel special when you're around that one person. And you aren't afriad to embarrass yourself around them, as long as you're with them.
For me, that special person is my Gramma. She was in a car reck and has a broken pelvis, three fracktured ribs, and a hole in her bladder. But she fought. She fought for survival, to see her grand kids again...
She told me, that when she was unconcious, she was dreaming and she dreamed about seeing her casciut, and the wake... And everyone that was there. She remembered seeing me come up, and saying, "Grammy..." and touch her hand. And she said, that she wasn't going to give up that easily. She said that she wasn't afraid of death, that she would go when God called her, but this time she wasn't ready. She wanted to see