My Grandma Dana died a few months ago. She had a good long life, and it was the right time for her to go, but still sad. Michael and I had recently returned from a trip to Spain, and we were both at death’s door ourselves. I was coughing up blood from tearing my lung (from excessive and uncontrollable coughing), and Michael had pneumonia. It was awful, and I have literally never been so sick in my life. Of course this is all leading up to the fact that I …