Sixteen days ago, my grandmother died. Thankfully, I got to see her alive one last time-I got a call from my Moms four days before, and was able to jump onto a flight to see her the next day. I tell ya what, it, fuck, is probably one of the hardest things to see someone with your own cheekbones, nose, ears, slowly losing life with each labored breath, and all you can do is stand and helplessly watch. Then again, that's nothing compared to the actual dying. And you know, she never ever forgot any of my birthdays or Christmases.