“Whatever will be, will be.”

…in the middle of the night, I lay in the recliner next to my grandma’s hospital bed and asked if she was nervous.

She replied with, “Nope, whatever will be, will be.”

She didn’t pass away that night, or the next, eventually though, she did.

…but these words are whispered to me [in her voice] when I need them most.

These are the words that keep me going, encourage me to take a breath when I get nervous, and best of all, remind me of her.