Last night I dreamed of being with her, seeing her thinning, silver hair and looking into her aged blue eyes.

We didn’t speak. Words were never essential between us. A weave of unconditional devotion was knitting us together.

My grandmother’s gift taught me how to love in lifetime, for eternity.

Sharon Anthony is currently a student struggling through her last math class and yearning for the day she can just write and have literature classes. She is grateful that her first creative writing class was taught by Mike Hancock.