In Memory Of My Grandma

My grandmother died today yesterday. She was 80 years old.

My favorite memory of her was when we were in her big ol’ grandma car and we’d get back to her house, she’d always say,

“Home again, home again, jiggity jig!”

I also remember asking her, when I was little, if I would be alive in the year 2000. She said yes. I asked if she would be alive in the year 2000. She said she wasn’t sure, but I always knew she would be. And she was.

Her life was tough, but she lived it the best she could, which is really all any of us can hope to do, no?

Guess I’ll be flying down to the OC later this week. I’m glad I get to see my sisters and my dad again, even if it’s under not-so-festive circumstances.


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