My Grandma June raised me after my mom passed—she was both my parent and my best friend. When I started high school, my dad remarried Carla, who hardly noticed me but liked to post online as the “perfect stepmom.” Senior year, I wasn’t planning to attend prom—until Grandma and I watched a movie with a prom scene. She’d never gone to her own prom because of money. I told her, “You’re coming with me. You’re my date.” Grandma spent nights sewing a blue satin dress with lace sleeves. It looked perfe

My Grandma June raised me after my mom died. She picked me up from school, packed my lunches, and became my mom and my best friend at once. When I was ten, my dad remarried Carla, who always looked at us like she smelled something bad. When I started high school, Carla wanted to be seen as "the perfect stepmom." She'd post pictures of us with captions like "Proud of my boy!" when really, she BARELY talked to me. My senior year was this year. I wasn't planning to go to prom as I had no girlfriend

We're mourning - though not like unbelievers💔 The woman that gave birth to my Dad — our loving Grandma — has gone to rest with the Lord. 🕊️ On November 14th, we’ll say our final goodbye, and you are all invited to join us as we celebrate her beautiful life. Please keep our family in your prayers, and kindly support us as we give her a befitting farewell. ❤️ #fblifestyle | SHINE Obiblo