I can remember my grandma, her smile, her scent, everything about her as if I had given her a hug yesterday. The fact is I haven't seen her for two years because she passed away. Her death put a lot of strain on my family, and I myself began to doubt many things in life. I tested me faith, my life and how I was living it. Sometimes it takes time to realize that things may happen for a reason, as much as we hate them to.

I was in the middle of my eighth year when I was told my grandma might have had a stroke and was admitted into a local hospital. I thought nothing of it; my grandma had done so much in life that I saw her as a super hero. She could overcome any and everything that was thrown at her. I visited...