My grandmother, who was the most wonderful, kind, giving person passed away almost five years ago. Sometimes I will wake up in the middle of the night and think I had a horrible, bad dream that she died, but she is really alive. I have to tell myself that she has passed. It makes me very sad, and I cry. It doesn’t happen all of the time, but several times a year. I guess I will never get over losing such a wonderful person in my life. I miss her still so very much.