The Best Cook Ever.

My grandma. While Josh and I were on our way back to Okinawa, we had a layover in Hawaii. During our layover, my grandma suffered a massive stroke. We were able to visit her in the hospital and though she was unresponsive at first, just before we left her room and said our goodbyes, she squeezed my hand and didn't want to let it go. It was a heartbreaking moment for me, but I know she knows I was there with her. We knew it was just a matter of time and last night...it was time. My dad called me to let me know she had passed. I cried for a little while, but then I was at peace. I was/am at peace because I know she's in Heaven. I know she's where she wants to be and where she belongs. I love you grandma. Give grandpa a big hug for me.