My grandmother

Mauricio's post about his father inspired me to write about the best person I 've ever met who passed the way when I was 11 : my grandmother.
Her name was Rosalba she was beautiful in every way.She was born in Salta. At the age of eight she lost her parents in an accident. Since that fatal moment her life was very sad and tragic. She grew up in many different places , with different families and single aunts.
Although her life was full of misfortunes I have never heard any word of complaining coming out from her mouth.
She was kind, nice and quiet everybody loved her. She was like an angel she didn't have evil in her heart. She was a generous person. I think she is next to God in heaven because I can't imagine a person better than she was.
I was vacationing in Mar del Plata and I went to the church and started to cry when my mother asked me why I was crying I told her "my grandmother, my grandmother". those were the only words I uttered the day my granny was dying. We didn't know it but I can say I felt her
leaving me.
During many months I was so sad but suddenly for my birthday I dreamed with her and she told me: " Honey, I want to be the first one to tell you 'Happy birthday' ". From that day I knew she was with me and our love would last forever without spaces or time limits. I'm 32 years old now and I still remember her as if she was alive I even remember her voice. she was especial to me and to everyone who had the luck of meeting her.