On the day her grandma died, it was bright and sunny. The kind of day her grandma would spend outside working in the flowerbeds. That is how she would like to remember her grandma. The flowers her grandma would produce only showed the love her grandma had for things. She felt the warm tears slide down her cheeks, and she could taste the salt on her lips. But instead the last memories of her grandma were of the small frail body lying in bed. Her dad on his knees crying by his mom’s bed. She had never seen her dad cry, untill this day. The sun stood bright in the sky on the day her grandma left their lives.