Grandma
My grandma died sometime last night. My dad found her. She had gotten out of bed to go to the bathroom or something and fell. She will be missed. She loved going to church and being with the quilting ladies. She also loved making christmas ornaments out of the plastic stuff that you sew - kind of like knitting or cross stitch. She read and was married once before marrying my grandpa. I guess her first husband was an abusive drunk - We had that in common. She divorced this guy and remarried my Grandpa. In that respect, she was sort of a predecessor to Women's Lib. I loved her because she never said anything bad about anybody including her own sons. My dad had hoped her youngest would see that she needed round the clock care. Obviously, that did not happen.