So, my mom came down, and we were eating breakfast as usual, and then she thought about the date. Today, one year ago, was the last time she spoke to my grandmother on the phone. Tomorrow, one year ago, was my grandmother's stroke. I can not believe it has been a year already. My poor mom, when she realized it, she just began sobbing. My grandmother was her best friend. They literally spoke 3-4 times a day. *sigh* Life hard.