It's one year ago today that my grandmother passed away. It has gotten a lot better as the months progressed, but all in all, it's still hard to deal with. I can't believe how the time has flew by. The hardest part is not seeing her again. You get so used to going into PA to visit and now when we go down there, it's to visit a grave, I hate it. And my friend's grandfather just passed away yesterday and she found out while we were at work, just like I did, so of course there's her and me in the back room crying. Sorry I didn't mean to depress anyone, I just had talk.