“He just ran out of batteries” I said to myself. At the time I didn't understand the enormity of the situation, I simply thought he needed to recharge. I didn't understand the mass of family and friends sobbing around me. I assumed this problem had a simple solution. My grandmother's absence made sense to me at the time. The fantasies my grandmother created for me provided me with a kind of shelter from the problems of the real world. My grandmother knew I would never understand her terminal illness or why she was no longer here. Our stories and adventures gave me understanding. He saved me from pain and heartbreak by simply playing with my imagination. It redefined the real world in terms that even a child could understand. Even though my grandmother's strength faded over time, her imagination always remained strong. His imagination will always be a memory that I will carry with me and a characteristic that I will always try to possess