soo, so, so

She was my grandmother. She died when I was a sophomore in high school. The last time she saw me I was in my homecoming dress, hair and makeup on point. It was the best I could have looked in the time I knew her.

She taught me to sew, and how to bake and how to calm my hyper body with puzzles. I was her favorite. She was the kind of grandmother fairytales captured in their stories of cooking baking grannies. She was bubbly and always happy. Constantly laughing. Her husband was a stiff grumpy old man. He was the love of her life, and she, his. She would do something to make him mad and she’d laugh it off. I never heard her apologize. She never took her life seriously.

I use to use their marriage as the example of what I wanted as a child.

I was fun, so I wanted to marry a grumpy old man.

I think I succeeded.

She left a legacy for sure.

She saw the beauty in life. She was the definition of pure joy. And I only hope I can be like that.