Goodbye, Grandma.
Yesterday, I lost my last grandparent. She was also the one I was closest to for most of my life. My Grandma fought hard at the end to make it, but her little heart just couldn't take it anymore. I was vacationing on Maui when she passed but had spent some time with her before I left. I'm glad I did, but I still wish I could've been there for her at the end. Mom says she was afraid to die, and that breaks my heart. I will always remember her laughter and gratitude. I still hear her voice saying all kinds of things to me. She was so proud of me, and I was so happy to make her proud. The sadness has been coming in waves. I realized that the thing I miss the most is having my old family back. All through high school, the six of us lived in the same house as a family -- Grandpa, Grandma, Mom, Dad, my sister, and me. I also had Grandpa, Grandma, and Uncle, whom we'd visit on occasion. Our family wasn't perfect, but I a...
