August 5

Today is my grandmother's birthday. She passed away a long time ago and it affected me deeply. In my whole miserable life, she was the only person who loved me unconditionally, who thought the best of me (even when I did not deserve it), and believed in me. She was a hard woman. Tough. Resiliant. Opinionated. But for whatever reason, the slings and arrows she reserved for others never hit me. She died just after I had been hired for a very prestigious job. I remember telling her about it as she lay in a hospital bed, withering away to nothing. She lit up with pride, or at least that is what I want to believe and was gone just a few days later.

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