It was ten years ago this week that my grandmother passed away. Sometimes it seems like it was only yesterday that I got the call my junior year at Bethel. And it was just a week before that when I said good-bye to her for the last time. Neither her or I really knew what to say. Neither of us wanted to admit it would be the last time we'd speak to each other. She told me to do well in school and I told her that I loved her. I regret not telling her how much she means to me and how I love and respect her spirit and character. I still miss her deeply and think of her often.In the fall I think of her all the time. Whenever I hear a flock of geese honking as they fly overhead or see them in the grass, I think of Grandma Forbes. During the summers at our cabin, Grandma would sit in her chair in the front room. She had a goose that would come right up to the window as if it was coming just to visit her. It came back year after year, every summer. Then the day of her burial, right after we finished praying, two geese swooped down right over her casket and they were honking with all their might. It was as if they were coming to stay good-bye to their friend. Geese are not the most beautiful birds...but they bring wonderful memories to me.