The first letter I saw when I checked my email this afternoon came from my grandmother. I didn't even have to open it to know what it was all about. The subject gave it all away: My sister is dead.

She didn't even try to put it nicely. I suppose with death there really is no way of breaking the news gently.

Here's to remembering being read bible stories when I was a little girl and hearing my grandmother pray the rosary in Spanish. Here's to a long life of having loved and cared for family and being loved and cared for in return. I'm sure she is in an even better place today.