*warning extremely sappy post*

I loved my grandma.  She passed away in the summer going to fifth grade.  During that summer my parents went to Thailand, I stayed at my godfather’s house where I spent the week with my grandmother.  I could tell she was weak from age/stress, and sometimes when I couldn’t sleep I would lay in the bed and cry, knowing that at some point her time would be up.  When my parents, came back I found out that my grandma was going to Texas, where I pleaded for her to stay.  Of course, she still went.  She gave me $100 dollar bill (where I actually have the exact bill locked up in a safe somewhere) right before she boarded her plane.  That would be the last time I saw her alive.  The reason I tell you this story is because I believe that my grandmother is actually still looking out for me.  A lot of the times in my life where I am severely in debt or where there lacks any hope of getting out of a situation unscathed, there is always an incident that saves me.  For example, this summer I was severely in debt and there seemed to be no hope, but somehow through all the occurrences, I escaped.  Right at the moment where I was thinking of selling a majority of my assets, a miracle happens and I take down two tournaments.  It may be coincidence or sheer luck, but I truly believe that she helps me in anyway she can.  Thank you grandma, even in 8 years you still are important to me and will always be.