My grandma stepped in to help my mom raise my sister and I when my dad died at 5. She was like having another parent. Losing her wasn’t losing a grandma. It was losing another parent. We had a very close family growing up. She lived with us a lot of our lives. She lived with my sister until she died in November. Grief is so strange how it creeps in - sometimes expected and other times in the most peculiar moments. I keep having flashes of her, cozy in her chair, wrapped in a million blankets. An