When I was a little bit older than one years old my grandmother, Rita Cooper, passed away or lung cancer.  She was the mother of my mom. I hear so many great stories of her and I would have really loved to meet her nowadays. Out of all the stories that I have heard of her my favorite is when her and my dad got in argument about when I should eat solid food for the first time. While they were arguing my grandma just shoved the spoon full of cereal in my mouth and I loved it! I always know my Grandma is watching over me anytime, anywhere, and forever.