Farooq, my heart goes out to you. My grandparents are long gone, but my father also died 13 years ago this year, and my mother 14. They were too young. However, now I am attempting to bring them back through my words, and that is what you’re doing with your Naani. As long as you have all of those memories, she lives on; and when you write Brown Grass, you immortalize her. I know she is watching you and is very proud of the person you’ve become, because I am proud to know you.