I miss grandma. I miss curling up in her lap and knowing everything would be okay. I miss watching her pin her hair back away from her face. I miss her wrinkled hands. I miss her Muumuu dresses, shopping trips and our trips away for the summer months. I miss trips to Luby’s every Sunday after church. I miss how she’d let me drive her blue Cadillac on road trips at the age of 15. I was a nervous new driver, but she always believed in me. I miss how we’d sing loudly together in the car on road trips. We didn't have to hit all of the right notes. Our guards were down. I miss the way she’d sit on the edge of the church pew so she could rest her feet on the last piece of carpet. I miss how she’d sing beside me. Sometimes she’d just tap her legs with her hand on her knee. This week, she would have been 89 years young. And, I missed her while I played at my first piano recital. She got me playing 25 years ago. And, life's challenges took ov