My 90-year-old grandma passed away on Saturday. My memories of Grandma will last forever. Like most of my childhood memories, my early memories of Grandma are sensory: the taste of the gooey rice crispy treats we always made when she came to visit, the smell of her Grandma perfume, and the sound of the Locy banter in her kitchen over a friendly game of euchre. After spending over half of my life thousands of miles from my grandma, I was fortunate to live the last several years of hers only a hop, skip, and jump down the interstate. I will always remember how her face lit up when little Alexander was in the room... how she loved to watch him play, to have him climb up in her lap, to get his hugs and kisses. Grandma/Great Grandma- we will always love you and miss you... may you be at peace.
