After struggling against pancreatic cancer for the past 4 months, my grandmother passed away yesterday morning. She was only 69. I find it kind of hard to take in, because her and I always bonded well. I was her "favorite" of the grandkids, and I always enjoyed visiting them. Once again evoking the feeling 'you don't know what you got til it's gone.' As it did when my oldest boxer Zeus died last summer. I just wish I knew how I could learn to appreciate things and enjoy life a bit more in the moment.

May her soul rest in peace.