Just lost my Grandmother. She was my rock. Waves of sadness rolling in. Anger too. Sitting in grief. Trying to let it teach me. What am I made out of? It is difficult simply to let go. There is a lot of feeling. There is pain. It is a confusing time. So much going on. She left behind a vacuum. The result is disorienting. I wouldn't be feeling so much if I hadn't had a deep and meaningful experiences with her. For that, I am quite thankful. I am lucky.