I wish my grandmother was alive. She lost her mom at 10 years old. The story I was always told was that she was placed in an orphanage with her siblings until her dad remarried. From that little girl she created a huge family that I so appreciate being a part of. I would have loved to have learned more about her life and experiences now. We adored each other. Out of 27 grandchildren, when I walked into a room she would say my name with such excitement that I was there with her. She loved looking into my eyes and would tell me that my eyes were the windows to my soul. I never knew what she meant until now. I now see how some people have such light in their eyes and others are so dark. There's so many questions I would have for her right now. Praying that GOD watches over all of His children and rescues them all. This journey is so hard for me because I love children and the elderly so much. It hurts my heart so bad. I worry about all of my little cousins and my great niece & nephew.