Got some very tragic news in Missoula, Montana while doing some laundry in the KOA campground. I had just mailed her a postcard, so it was so hard to believe she was really gone. She had passed before even receiving my mail I sent her the morning I got the dreaded Call from my dad. It seems like I sent the postcard just 30 minutes before the startling Call, and now I am back in OK finding myself staring at the postcard on her kitchen table left unread by Grandma. I will be here for the week. It is hard to be at my forever beloved Grandma Nanaw’s, saying goodbye to the memories in this house that was my safe haven, my happy place…hanging out with family with this big hole in our hearts.