In September, my grandmother passed away, after fighting with cancer for many years. She beat cancer twice, but when she got it a third time, she decided to give up. She was the strongest person I’ve ever known. Recently, she came to me in a dream. Before this, i never believed in ghosts or anything like that, but i’m pretty sure her spirit came to me. In my dream, she told me not to be sad anymore. She was finally at peace, she wasn’t suffering anymore. And she was happy, so i need to be happy too. And finally, I am happy. Happy for all the advice she’s given me, happy for all the lessons she’s taught me, happy for her always being there & cheering me on. I love you, granny. And i’ll see you soon.