Worried

I am frightened. My Omi is not doing well. She knows it is her time to go, and so she told me to get a picture of my Grama Mary Jane and she will look for her in heaven. I told her I think they would be best friends. The tears didn't come till later, and they were brief. She is happy, I should be happy for her. She will get to see her brother again. I love her though, and I don't think that its fair that I got such a short time with her. She promissed to teach me to knit, but she gets tired some days. She already considers me one of her 17 "grandchildren." I am number 18. I don't want her to leave, but I know I will see her again.