Ten years ago this past Wednesday, I lost my grandmother. At the time, it felt as though my whole world was crashing down around me. I remember the dress that I wore to her funeral; the uncontrollable sobbing when they closed the lid over her peaceful face, and again when my brother, cousins, dad, and uncles carried her out the door. That day played in my mind for several years.

My grandfather, her husband, died 2 years ago last month. I remember his funeral, too, though not as clearly as Maw's. His 75th birthday would be today; her 71st would be this coming Tuesday.

I miss them.

But everything happens for a reason.