I'm a nurse, and everyday I see my patients at their worst. Pain, nausea, depression, just not feeling good. And I can handle that, I can listen to them, reassure them, reposition them, walk them to the bathroom, get them up in a chair and hopefully make them feel a little better. That's the side of the bed I'm supposed to be on. Yesterday, I had to be on the other side of the bed. My grandma was diagnosed with lung cancer recently, and yesterday she died. It's not easy to be on that side of the bed, it's not easy to make that transistion. Dying with dignity is a big phrase in health care, I've taken classes in nursing school and at conferences since I graduated, but nothing made me understand it like what happened yesterday. It was simple, quiet, peaceful and intimate. She died softly, with her family all around, holding onto her until she was ready to go. So I want to say thank you to the doctors, and to the nurses, and to my family, because that was love, and that was for her, and it was amazing. So to my Grandma, who called me Pretty Little Miss Kate Darlin', and always had fruit rollups in the cupboard when we visited, and gave us books every year from the Book Fairy, and knew all the answers to crossword puzzle, I love you and I'll miss you. See you later alligator.