In life, death is often regarded as the end, an abrupt stop on the journey of life. In my life; however, death has always signified a new beginning rather than an end. Experiencing several deaths at an early age, I often was forced grow up or mature much more quickly than other children my age. These experiences helped define who I am today. One death, however, had a particularly strong impact on my life and helped me cross the threshold into adulthood in my own way. The passing of my grandma, who suffered through dementia for seven years, thrust a world of new responsibilities upon me. With the passing of my grandma, my grandpa was left without the love of his life for the first time in over 50 years. Because of this void, he needed a
