My Grandma Dorothy went to heaven recently. It is the first time I have lost someone close to me. I wish I could just pick up the phone and call her. I finally understand what “leave a little sparkle wherever you go” means. I hope she is with her brother, friends and parents who are on the other side. I like to think the people we love are waiting for us in heaven welcoming us with open arms when we finally arrive. Some may call their family members beautiful—I call mine gorgeous. I don’t know when this family joke started—but her famous moniker just stuck around. She was known to her nieces and nephews as Gorgeous Aunt Dorothy—but to me, she will always be Gorgeous Grandma. I went to see her several weeks ago while she was in hospice care. Don’t judge me, but I didn’t want to see her. I didn’t want to remember my grandma hooked up to an oxygen tank, wheezing and in pain and suffering. I wanted to remember the amazing moments with her. I wanted to remember ...