I can’t think of a single time in which I wasn’t happy to be around my grandmother. She was a very special person and one of my best friends. And when I really think about it, she was the only adult in my life when I was growing up who loved me unconditionally, even when my own parents failed me. I miss her so badly that it almost makes me nauseous sometimes. Rather than get easier with time, her absence just feels increasingly enormous to me. I often dream about her. I guess that’s all I’ve really got anymore.