Lyllian Updegrove
The feeling of her hands. I still remember them. They were rough but in a good way. I was always jealous of her nails. Her natural nails were beautiful. I remember riding with her to the library. One day for my birthday she took me to this store to get makeup a purse and some more things. She and I would sing One Direction. I remember the nickname she had for me. "Luie". She was working on this doll for me, but I don't think she ever finished it. I painted this painting at her house of my family. The last memory I had of her was a couple months before she died. I went to Ohio to see her; we went to Trader Joe's and got some snacks to try. We sat in her car and ate them, telling each other our favorites. We went to Ulta to get some makeup. Then to Michaels to get yarn for my crocheting hobby. I remember the feeling of guilt I had sitting up at the hospital with her. Holding her hand, thinking of all the things I should've said to her. Praying to myself silently, "Please God help her through this'' I guess prayers don't always work. I wish I could've told her she was strong; she had people who cared about her. She was beautiful. She was stronger than she thought she was. She was creative. She just had a beautiful soul; something that most people don't have.
