This year is the fourth anniversary of grandmother's passing. As I age I feel the reality that death is always near us, one day comes to all of us, and is nothing to be feared. Strangely, I don't feel it is a separation or a final ending, but as a mysterious connection. Grandma still seems to be always around me or inside me. I repeat things she said and recall things she did. I realize that I have inherited some of her life energy and that this is what keeps me going, surviving, and flourishing through difficult times. Learning to separate from attachment, I go on living, as if grandma was encouraging me to be responsible and compassionate.