A week ago, my grandmother died. Last time I was in her area, I had gotten into a huge fight with my family and left without going to see her. I made sure to go see her this weekend, for the funeral. She was an amazing woman, 85 years old. She was told as a kid that she would never amount to anything, that she was stupid, by her own father. On Sunday I saw all the people who loved her, cared about her, who all would disagree... I had to go see her, one last time, because I knew I would never see her again... not unless it was in pictures. Goodbye Grandma, you've always been one of the few people who believed in me, even when no one else did.