Part 1
My grandmother is probably the most loving person in my life. She had a heart full of love for all the world and even those that had hurt her, would always find shelter, should they need her help. I could not understand how she could be THAT forgiving, but perhaps that was her gift. Maybe she had done her self-criticism and found out the true meaning of life, when the rest of us were struggling to find who we really are. She would go to the church every Sunday and pray for those in need. A distinguishing trait in my ...
