Hey,remember when I miscarried a few months before I got pregnant with Bryson. You met me at the door that afternoon and completely embrassed me when I walked in. You held me up when I had no strength to stand. You told me as bad as things were I would be 'ok'. You told me 'things happen for a reason'. You stayed with me, comforted me...said/did all the right things and I pulled thru. A few months later, I was pregnant...with Bryson. I remember the day of my c-section. I couldn't wait...I was all happy, excited, not a worry in the world! You were there standing next to me, getting ready to kiss me goodbye as I was wheeled off to the operating room. You bent down to give me a hug and kiss and I saw tears in your eyes. I said "oh Mom, please don't cry, THIS is a happy time. I didn't lose a baby and come this far to have something go wrong again....BRYSON will be born just fine and I will be too, I am POSITIVE....I can feel it". You told me "oh Tammy, I'm your Mom and I still worry". He was born, healthy as can be, all 5 pounds of him. As soon as I was taken to recovery I asked for you. The pic of you here...on your web page is the first time you saw him, the smile on your face says it all. Things DO happen for a reason Mom, we may not know right away what the reason is, but I look at Bryson and I simply can't imagine not having him here. I know you hear me, I know you watch over Taylor AND Bryson....I can feel you! I remember whispering in your ear on the morning of her 10th birthday "It's ok to die on Taylor's birthday, that will be our sign to each other that you will always watch over her". Your stats dropped...right down to almost nothing, Taylor came in your room, starting singing in her special way and back up your stats went. I put her blanket over you, the bible with her bracelet on your bed and you held on for the rest of the day. And then 2 minutes before her birthday ended at 11:58...you drew your last breath and your heart of Gold simply stopped. Things happen for a reason Mom...you are watching over BOTH of them. I feel it! As Bry would say. "Grandma's not really dead, she's in Heaven dancing around". That you are Mom...that you are. I miss you like crazy Mom, but I am so greatful I can come here and talk to you still and as crazy as it may sound.... I feel your hug and hear your words....'every little thing is gonna be ok, The Good Lord will give you the strength to get thru this'. ((((((HUGS))))))) *******KISSESS********