It's been a little over five months, since my grandma's death.  I've never written about my thoughts about it, until now.  I miss her dearly.  I would see her everyday in the nursing home, and I miss her smiling face, evry time that I greeted her.  I even miss her sarcasm, whn she wasn't in the best of moods.  Sometimes, I would give anything to have her and grandpa back, but I have to be happy for them, since they are happy in heaven.

My grandma Grace was a beautiful woman, inside and out, and you could tell by the many people who showed their respects at her funeral.  I read during her mass, offered up the gifts with my twin, and read a poem, entitled "Gift of Grace," that I wrote for her.

I also have to remember that each that that passes, I am one day closer to being happy with my grandparents and the father, whom I never knew, in heaven.  It reminds me of a good book that I have read called Heaven. 

Some days, like today, however, it's difficult to see the end in mind, but just writing my thoughts here now helps me to feel that it's not so challenging.

Thank you for listening.