Grew up across the road from the house my grandpa built for her. Grandpa taught me to hunt and fish, to track and to plant a garden. Grandpa crossed over the rainbow bridge over 15 years ago - in fact he died in my arms.
Grandma taught me how to not take crap from young whippersnappers.
And how to love.
I kissed her and told her I loved her last weekend, knowing that this was our last time, more likely than not.
Last night she lapsed into a coma. At least she's not in pain.