She died in January. She was my first grandparent to die. And it feels so weird. She had uterin cancer (this was the second time she had cancer) and it kept getting worse and worse, until the point where they had to put her in a coma so she wouldn't feel pain. I'm going to miss a lot of things about her. Her voice (which I can always hear inside my head), her smell (even though my mom kept some of her perfume) and just her presence (which will never be with me again). The worse thing is, I have dreams and she's in them. Do you know what it's like to have a dream where one of your deceased loved ones is in it, just to wake up and realize they aren't there? It's horrible. I guess it'll be awhile before I can feel good again.