August 20, 2018 My grandmother died 80 years ago today—the grandmother I never knew—the grandmother I always longed to know. As I shared in my last post, I have been waiting 37 years to somehow connect with her, to actually see what she looked like—to simply find a photo of her. In June, I poured out my anguish in writing at Omega and was visited 3 times by a magical, mystical doe, who brought hope and love and light.  I shared in another post the experience I’d had on the table right before the lunar eclipse, but I only shared a piece of that story. And now it’s time for…