Thanks for everything, Grandma
Just got back after being out of town for my Grandma's funeral. Did much reminiscing with my cousins about my Grandma's quirks and contradictions. She had the softest skin but was tough on anyone who tried to spank her grandkids (even when we were awful!). She loved her dirty books (Harlequin Romances) and daily prayer books. She loved Humbugs and lemon drops and liked to indulge in half a beer. She had more friends than anybody else in St. Thomas her age. She never had enough shoes or purses. Children were everything to her, and her 20-odd grandkids were all her favourite, each and every one. I felt like the luckiest person in the world this weekend as we sat around and laughed and cried about little things we remembered about her. It was real and it was good, just the way she would have liked it.