A week ago today, my grandmother died. It sucks, but we manage to press on and do the things we have to do. It wasn't really a surprise when I got the phone call. I had been expecting it for weeks. Every time the phone rang, I wondered if it was "the call" or was it someone calling to set up a job interview. Unfortunately, I'm still waiting on the job interview call. But I digress.

I remember my grandmother in a lot of ways. We would all go to Panama City Beach together during the summer and stay at the Sandpiper Beacon. Every Easter we had dinner there and hid Easter eggs out in the yard. I realized the other day that she is responsible for my love of Transformers. She gave me my first Transformer as a Christmas gift one year. I still have it and everything that came with it.

I'll miss her as I do my grandfather, but it's at least comforting to know that they are together and neither of them are in pain any more.