Today is my grandmother’s birthday. Had we not lost her earlier this year, she would have turned 95 today.
She’d laugh, say “Well… hmmm… yes.” Then she’d laugh some more.
For the record, she was always “Grandma” to me. When Eric came along, being the first great-grandchild, I asked her what she’d like to be called. “Grandmammy” was her answer.
I thought it sounded a bit Gone With the Wind-ish. But I did ask. So Grandmammy she became.
She was a wonderful grandmother. I miss her.