Grandma is in the hospital. It is shocking to see her in that hospital bed, so quiet. My mind drifts back to when I was young and I would help her in the kitchen. The air wafting out of grandma's kitchen was always thick with the scent of cinnamon, butter and bacon. I think my love of food began with her. Food is how she tells you she loves you. It is something that is a part of me too now. I don't know how much longer grandma will be with us, but for now she is surrounded with loved ones. A family filled with hope and sorrow.