My dad’s mom is one of the most precious people in my life. I love my grandma Helen to death; I was born on her birthday, April 27th, and share her middle name. With every letter she writes me (and there would be more if I was more consistent in writing back), she includes a Daily Bread page (a little prayer-journal type pamphlet with a thought/verse/story for every day of each month). Her letters are sometimes hard to read, increasingly so the older she gets. I cannot imagine life without Grandma. But she recently had a slight scare at the hospital- to us, it was tense, as we live so…