Grandma would have been 95 yesterday. When I saw my cellphone ring at 9 pm on Sunday January 6th from my parents, I knew that it wouldn't be good news. A call at that time of day usually indicates some unpleasant news. This time was no exception as my mother tearfully broke the news that my grandmother had passed away. She had just turned 94 in December and had been living in a nursing home for the last two years. Funny thing is that no matter how old someone is or knowing that time may be fleeting that death still hits us hard. You are never fully prepared no matter how "prepared" you think you might be. Even though she was 94, I thought I would still have time to see her in the nursing home. I had not in the two years prior, but I was going to make a point to visit, so I told myself. This is not a story of regrets, these things happen and nothing can be changed. Plus, I know I will see her again one day. That is my hope and trust. The first thing I remember about my ...