Why I write
When my grandmother died, it destroyed me. She was my first real loss, and unfortunately for me, my first real loss happened to be one of the most important people in my life, one of the most influential. See, my grandmother was more than a grandmother. She was a major mother figure in my life and her relationship with me was based on true, unconditional love. It was not materialistic, she couldn’t afford to spoil me materially like some grandmothers…