Why I Wrote Grace for Grant: A Journey with An Old Soul After several years of navigating through a fog amidst friends, family, acquaintances and strangers, I came to a point where I knew I needed to wake up and be a part of society again. A person can’t roam the earth in a cloud pretending they’re relevant when they can hardly put one foot in front of the other. Dinosaurs had better survival instincts in their last days than I could muster. They say year three can be the toughest, and by Christmas I was so near the bottom I could touch the rock with my toe. After having tried different therapy options, I finally moved to Neurolinguistic Programming, changing my brain patterns to move toward positive thoughts rather than negative ones. As year four pressed in on me, along with a pandemic, I could no longer ignore the last request of Grant Miller Galvin to write his story.