My grandmother was one of the strongest, most courageous people that I have ever known. In a particularly difficult period of my life, I found out that she was suffering from pancreatic cancer. Being the great Southern lady she was, she endured her illness with the grace and strength that she had displayed her entire life. A month and a half after her diagnosis, she passed away. I felt hollow without her in my life. She had always been an inspiration to me, someone to emulate, and she was my best friend. A dear friend of mine gave me a Giving Key after her funeral. He knew of her strength and her courage, and he knew how difficult her passing was for me. My key says "Courage." Through my grief and the twists and turns my life has taken since then, I have worn my Grandmother's courage around my neck, and my key serves as a daily reminder that it lives on through me. I also wear her old house key behind my Giving Key to have a little piece of her with me everyday. She is, after all, the one behind my courage. I look forward to passing my key on to someone else in need of courage. I know what a profound impact this little key has had on my life, and I can't wait for it to do the same for someone else.