Remembering Grandma
A couple of weeks ago, my grandma died. She had lived a long full life, long enough to out live the great depression, disco, bad hair bands, Y2K (remember that?), and sadly, many of her friends and peers. It was her turn to fly, and she earned her angel's wings for sure. She was a little old lady for as long as I can remember, but was ever active in her church and volunteered at a local hospital for many years. Ham and scalloped potatoes were Easter staples, and sometimes the sweet potatoes with marshmallows cooked on top. She fit more stuff into an 800 square foot house than I can fit into a house double that size. She had the best posture of anyone I have ever seen. She prided herself on that, and rightfully so. I can't sit up straight for two minutes without slouching. She lived to be widowed twice. She lived to see great grandchildren (three of them!). And she held the family together. We will miss you grandma. She was 93 and we miss her. I know it's more a...