My grandmother towered above me on that memorable walk, her cream and black hat, dark summer parasol and rustling long skirts swishing through the living red screen of swaying and tall, green, dappled grasses as we walked across the field. I was six, she seemed ancient, but the bond between us was loving and unbreakable, or so I thought. Little did I know that that was to be the last time we ever met...or so I thought again.