Let them miss you

It is amazing how many ways that one saying, one picture, one song, can
 affect people. 

This is a saying that my Grandmother used to say to me when I would get 
into a fight with my neighborhood friends, or my cousins at a family 
get together. She would show up out of no where it seemed, just to put 
her arm around my shoulder and between huffing and puffing she would spit
this sentence out. As loving as she was, she wasn't as loving to her own 
self. So here she would pull her oxygen out of her nose, just so that she
could light her cigarette, and put the piece back into her nose to keep her 
breathing better as she pulled off that cancer stick. 

It's funny the way our memories come and go.