Adapted from That Which Makes Us Stronger It is Thanksgiving. It's impossible to look in any direction without seeing someone I love. My Grandma Triggs. Tiny. Birdlike. Always well dressed in a dotty, older British lady way. She desperately loves my grandpa, which explains the blonde rinse she puts in her hair once a month. Thick glasses exaggerate her expressive eyes. She is perhaps the most family-oriented person I will ever know. How I’ll miss her when she passes away in t