My dad sent me this photo of my grandmother from when she was 45 years old. She passed away this morning at the age of 89, with all her children at her side. While this photo is a bit of a blur & its been about 8 years since I've seen her, I'm so thankful to have dreamt of her just 2 weeks ago. I'm feeling overwhelmingly heartbroken that she's gone from this life and that I didn't get a chance to kiss her hands just one last time. I will never forget her radiant smile, her calm & understanding spirit, and the way she taught me to pray whenever I have trouble sleeping... Just keep repeating a prayer until you fall asleep. There is so much I wish I could say... but somehow, I know that she will always watch over me.