What's been happening to me remindes me a lot of my grandma. She was a petit woman, but her love, and her presence were huge. She was so gentle, even though my mom was great at making me feel better, I always felt better with Grandma around. I'm just thinking now of how she's still with me, and I can still talk to her. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't care. At TYL last year, I imagined that Grandma was there, wit Grandpa too, and my dog buddy. We all talked. I'm probably making everyone think I'm insaine, but I don't care. Somehow, her memory gives me sadness and also comfort. I'm sorry she's not here on earth, but I'm glad she lived at all.