The title is written with such sadness, but at the same time I feel a comforting warmth over me… My Grandmother has been in and out of the hospital for a couple months now. Every time I talk to her lately she makes it sound like she knows the end is near. You know you hear of people who say there’s not much time left, but I’ve never really stopped to think about that person. I think about Grandmother and picture her sitting in a hospital room. I found myself trying to put myself in her shoes. How would it…