Hey I'm Eliza and I had a grandma. I don't anymore because she passed away a few weeks ago. No no, please don't feel upset or sorry for me. She would hate the thought of people moping about her absence.

My grandma was an artist. She painted beautiful abstract pictures of flowers, cats, hermaphrodites, anything she found intriguing or out of the ordinary. She was one of the first people ever to incorporate a print of an X-ray into a work of art. Her art was her outlet of vivacity that her ailing body could not express but her mind was so full of. I can't wait to hang some of her pictures in my room.

My grandma could be sarcastic and her witty comments often rubbed people the wrong way, yet I always found her fascinating. Few people understood her, I'm not saying I even did, but she was truly an honorable person. She regarded the lives of all beings equally. She wouldn't even kill so much as a fly or the ants on the sidewalk. She was so intelligent and had so much to teach. The calluses on her hands proved that she had been through a lot in her life. Her hands created so many great things, contributed so much to the world. Her hands now lie peacefully at rest.

She had this one chair that she always sat in when she wasn't painting. That chair now sits in my house. It absolutely reeks of her signature perfume, Chanel No. 5. I have not yet brought myself to sit in it, but the day will come. I wish I had called her more often.

That's her on the far left in the picture and I'm the little girl standing in the middle. Isn't she beautiful? I wish you could see pictures of her when she was young. Absolutely stunning. Even in her forties she was still breathtaking.

I love you, Grandma.