Part Six: A Dedicated Life When I was a little girl, my grandmother, Eliza, would take me to the park to hunt fireflies at dusk. She would watch me dance about, trying to capture the bugs in my small hands. I remember the smile on her face, and the love I felt from her in that moment, and it’s a knowledge that I’ve carried my entire life—the absolute truth that my grandmother loved me more than life. As I was growing up, I lived on the other side of the country from her, but I also felt connected to her. She would call. She never forgot a birthday. She often…