© Richard Louissaint, 2013 I closed my eyes listening to the beeping of the machines and my Grandmother “sleeping.” I felt her hand start to squeeze mine and I opened my eyes. She was still, eyes closed, while her hand held tightly to mine. I needed to makes sure I wasn’t just imagining this moment. I pulled my hand but her grip got tighter. “Grandmere?” There was no answer. What was I thinking. Maybe her hand was just acting on reflex. I tried to break free from her grip but it kept getting tighter. And somehow the grip was making …