Late last night, the world lost an angel.
Her name was Barbara. I never called her that. I called her Grandma.
My grandmother lived a long and interesting life. She was married and got a divorce at a time when people did not do that often. She was a single mother. She then met the love of her life, my Grandfather and had a small army of kids..I think the total was 15. She watched her love go to war,buried a daughter–my mother’s twin sister. She lost a son in Vietnam. She has lost all but one son. Through all of that, she loved. She loved her children, grandchildren, all of their friends, spouses and extended families. Her house was the place everyone came to for understanding and unconditional love. I hope she knows all of that love lives on in each of us.
Grandma, I love you. Thank you for always being there for your rotten redheaded granddaughter. Enjoy your reward.