She was born in 1919. That means she was in her twenties before the world had ever heard of Adolf Hitler. She watched her three brothers get shipped overseas during World War two. More importantly, she watched them all return.
She survived the Great Depression. She fixed roast beef, potatoes and carrots every Sunday. In fact, every meal included meat and potatoes.
She was fiercely dedicated to her church. She wore us out with fly swatters or yard sticks (whichever was closer) when we got out of line. She let us pick our Christmas presents from the Sears Wish Book. She bought me a Vertibird, a Snoopy Sno-Cone Maker and just about every cool childhood toy I ever had.
I thought she'd be here forever, but she finally grew old and had to leave.
To think that my grandmother stayed with us until she was 97 years old amazes me. Long lives run in her side of the family. I hope those genes were passed on to me.
Here's to my grandma. Thanks for teaching me how to not be a terrible human being. And thanks for staying around long enough to make sure I paid attention. I love you.