Before my grandmother died, she was lots of things:
Classy
Giving
Sometimes irritating
Lover of scarves, leather gloves, and jewelry
Wine drinker
Shaky (years of anti-epileptic drugs' side effects)
Tall
Early riser
Shopper
Dog lover
Laugher
Computer savvy
Chocaholic (really, anything sweet would do)
Budding genealogist
Nervous/worried
Environmentally conscious
Limited in culinary talents
Painter
Detail oriented
Cold cream user
Coffee drinker
Political
Crafty
Breast cancer survivor
Sentimental
NOT forgetful
Country and cosmopolitan at the same time
Outgoing
Secretive
Mother of 2, grandmother of 4, great-grandmother of 5
Widow x 2, divorcee x 2
Engrossed in numerous successive projects
Content
Faithful and prayerful
Adventursome
Obsessed with flowers
Never very well-off
Fiesty and a little vindictive
She didn't really have an easy life. I can't blame her her faults.
We always knew that the tangle of vessels in her right parietal lobe were there, tempting fate. We knew she should have, could have bled and died long ago. We didn't know it would be on a Saturday, or that it would happen right before my mother's eyes, or that the preceding days would have been so precious and joyful. How could we have?
