Just realized earlier tonight it was 10 years ago this week my Grandmother passed away.
With her and my Mom dying so close together one of the memories tends to overshadow the other, but it wouldn't be right to not to pay respect to one of the sweetest, kindest and perhaps above all funniest people I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, much less being related to.
I remember seeing this photo of her when I was a little kid and telling her excitedly how pretty she was. I hope she was flattered, but the pleasure was all mine.
Hope you and Mom are watching baseball and are proud of the man I've become, even if I'm not always so proud of myself.