The summer of 1983, my parents moved me away to Obernburg, Germany, and I spent my first night there crying for my grandmother.
Now, 28 years later, it's the summer of 2011 and I'm spending the night again crying for my grandmother.
I didn't realize when I saw her briefly this past Saturday, and kissed her on the cheek, and said 'I love you, bye,' that it would be the last time we would ever speak.I don't know how to do this.
