I'm in a mood. My grandmother is in the hospital, and we really don't know if she will get out. I'm pretty close to her, so it's getting to me. I just need to

She and my grandfather were totally in love every moment of their lives. They were inseparable. A photographer, my grandfather used her in all of his pictures. She was his muse, his love, and his life. He always called her Bunny. All through the house was little bunny figurines he bought for her, and cards and love letters written to Bunny.

When my grandfather died, I worried that my grandmother might not get through it. He had a long illness, and she nursed him throughout. She was strong, and remained strong through the end and beyone. And she still gets a youthful glint in her eye everytime she talks about him.

About ten years after my grandfather died, they pulled some walls down in the living room to fix some plumbing issues. Behind the plaster, they found scrawled on the inner wall the phrase "I love you Bunny". It was like my grandfather transcended death to send her that message. That was the first time I ever saw my grandmother caught off guard.

The other day, I was standing next to my grandmother's hospital bed, holding her hand and keeping her company. She suddenly looked over and said to me "In your marriage, I wish you have what I had". It was the best thing anyone could wish.