I don’t have one specific memory of my grandmother. I remember odd things, bits and snatches of conversations. I remember how she comforted me, when I complained about having wide feet, by saying that it was society who told me it was wrong. She would send me frequent e-mails, no matter how young I was, regarding deep philosophical questions. She always respected my opinions, and never looked down on them or me. When she got even sicker than before, and landed in the hospital, she somehow became even more caring than before, which I don’t think any of us knew was possible. All she was ever worried about was making sure that everyone else was okay, even when she wasn’t. My grandmother was the most kind, compassionate, and loving person that I have ever known. I don’t think I’ll ever stop missing her. A long time ago, she asked my opinion about a quote that went “Better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.” At the time, I argued against it. Now having loved and lost my grandmother, and having all of my precious scattered memories, I know I was wrong all that time ago. I’ll never stop loving you Grammy, and I am so grateful that I had the chance to love you.