On my family’s pilgrimage to Wisconsin the day my Grandma died, I do believe that Grandma told God to make a beautiful sunset for us.  The picture is a tad blurry due to the fact that I took it in a moving car.  I actually think the picture is pretty that way, in an artsy kind of manner.  When I look at this picture now, I realize that it couldn’t have captured the emotion I felt seeing it in person.  The colors were amazingly vibrant, and the peace that this nature-display emitted soothed my broken heart.  It’s the kind of sunset about which I knew my Grandma would talk for minutes on end.  I can even hear her voice raise in pitch slightly as she exhaled in amazement, “Oh, my land!  Would you look at that?!”  Her hushed and humbled excitement at such things was truly contagious.  I do believe that I inherited her love and amazement for the little things in life.