This is a photo of Grammy Dot wearing one of the coats I loved best - with a lynx collar:
|Grammy Dot - I still have those pearls|
I was with her when she drew her last breath. It wasn't scary or sad; I was happy that she wasn't alone - she loved us all like mad.
I don't usually post script my blog entries, but I remembered something my grandmother said on her 90th birthday that is worth noting. We went to visit her and she said, "Can you believe I'm 80?" My sister and mom and I looked at one another and someone said, "No, you're 90 today." "No I'm not, I was born in 1911," she quickly responded. We told her it was 2001, she paused and considered this, and then said, "I'm 90? No wonder I feel like crap!"