After Fifty wonderful years of marriage, my Grandfather passed away, and a few years later my Grandmother, in her 80's, remarried an incredible man who found her not only sexy but exciting! (He even wanted to buy a Waterbed, but we talked him out of it for safeties sake!) My "second Grandfather" passed away at the ripe old age of 99, and my Grandmother soon followed. She was Ninety years of age.

My Grandmother lived a full and vital life, thanks to two wonderful Surgeons, one of which not only saved my Grandmother, but has saved my life TWICE!

The reason I am telling you this is because my Grandmother was never uncomfortable about the missing breasts. In fact, she felt healthier after they were gone. She has been, and always will be, an inspiration to me and my entire family.

After having gone through Breast Cancer twice (at age 30 & 33), I always think of her and stay strong becuase I know that it is NOT your breasts that make you sexy, it is your brain and your personality!

When my Grandmother told her second Husband that she had no breasts, he said, "So what! I'm marrying YOU, not your BREASTS!" And the funny thing is... My Husband tells me the very same thing!

I have come through this with dignity and a strength that my Grandmother would have been proud of! I thank her every day for her gift of Courage.

Thanks for letting me share.

My Gram died in 1963, a very long time ago, and at the time, I was 13 years old. What she gave me in those 13 years is more than she could have ever imagined, and far too much to go into here and now. Let me just say that there isn't a day that goes by, even now, that something she taught me, or said, or did doesn't come up.

I spent as much time as I possibly could with her when I was growing up, and her passing left a great hole in me.

My Brother, Eddy, was barely six when Gram died, and as she was sick with Altzimer's Disease, he hardly remembered Grammy at all. What he did remember was not the Grammy that I knew, and we both felt bad about the fact that he hadn't know her as I had.

Eddy recently passed away, and I wanted to thank you for reminding me that my little Brother now knows the Grammy that I knew, and I'm positiove that she still smells like fresh bread and sunshine!!

Then, when my Mom and Dad would argue, and my Mom wouldn't let him see me, my Nana would say I was just visiting her (this is after my grandfather died), and take me to see my Dad.

I was so sad when my Nana died because I was living in another state I never got to visit her. (I knew she was getting up there in years and something could happen to her soon) Even though relatives said she probably wouldn't have remembered me anyway if I had visited (She had Alzheimers). She died before I got to see her, and I feel so guilty, because I didn't have enough money to go to her funeral.

It has been 3 years and I still haven't gotten there to visit her grave. I just hope somehow she remembered who I was and knew that I loved her.

Kim