October 1, 2002 my grandmother passed away from complications related to obesity at the age of 67. She had diabetes, congestive heart failure, and I never remember her being able to walk.
I think of her often, and feel a little sad every year on the anniversary of her passing, but this year I felt extra sad. I can't figure out why this year was worse. Maybe I wish she could see my accomplishments now. Or maybe because I see dying from obesity as so avoidable with technology today.
My grandmother was the sweetest woman I have ever known. She was kind and would do anything for anyone. But she was very sensitive and easily got her feelings hurt. I am often told that I am just like her. I hope that's true.
I wish I could tell her that she inspired me to change my life. That I am going to beat obesity because of how much I love her.
The day I told my oldest sister that I was going to be banded, her first response was "Grandma Faye would be so proud of you."