When my grandma died, I cried and shed many tears and remembered all the years when we would talk about the old times and how it was when she was growing up, she talked about all the hard times that she had been through.

One day as I was visiting with her she said to me, "honey, one day I will leave this place and be in a better place." I told her, "mamaw, don't talk like that." She smiled and said, "Honey, when I leave this place, my tears will stop."

I was 13 years old when she left and after it all happened,...