You can’t help but to feel God when you look at her. What was once strong, motherly skin is now fragile and wrinkled. Her loving eyes are now empty and confused. Her smile, poetic and gentle, is lost behind forgotten pasts. Jean Gibbons, JG, is my grandmother. She is loved by all who glide past her. Her laugh can brighten up a rainy day and her hugs can make you fell secure, even when you think you aren't.