That stupid cat wouldn't sit still for any of us but Grandma.
She had the battiest, most hysterically crude sense of humor unrivaled by anyone.
I was always greeted with, "well, hello there! And who do you belong to?"
On the rare occasion that she remembered my name we'd chat about how I wasn't *this* tall any more.
I took care of her a couple of weekends throughout my senior year.
We watched tv and she told me her stories.
Her husbands big feet stickin' off the bed.
Having kids when he thought he was going off to war.
Growing up in a time I can only imagine from history books.
Love you, GG. I'm glad you're with your beloved husband now. I know how badly you missed him. Thanks for brightening all of our lives with your 99 years.
