Heaven on Earth Dennievi Angela H. Florida When my grandmother died, I began to question God why He seems to take every person close to my heart. My mom died when I was just three months old. Because my mom was the only daughter, my grandparents requested to take good care of me. As young as 23, my father agreed and after five long years he decided to have his second family. Being with my grandparents was like being in heaven for they did everything to provide all my needs in every way. I did not even feel that emptiness of growing up without my mom and dad beside me because of the presence of my grandparents. And when the most painful experience of losing my grandmother took place, I did not know what to do for I was used to depend on her in everything that I do. Our relatives did not tell my father about what happened and they offered to support my schooling in high school. My cousin who was working in New York as a teacher volunteered to finance all the expenses y...