My grandmother died this morning. She'd had dementia for about 15 years so I'm truly grateful she's not suffering under the weight of that awfulness anymore. Still, I'm heartbroken because she was a treasure of a human being. She had a wonderful, mischievous sense of humor. She was incredibly warm & kind and gave so much of herself to others. She made delicious fudge called Tiger Butter and any time I like, I can close my eyes and hear her southern drawl. "Tye-guh buh-duh."
I think she would've appreciated the life-on-life's-terms twist of losing her on the 3rd day of my big woopty-doo humor challenge. But if the last year has taught me anything, it's that we press on in part, because of our irrepressible ability to find joy and laugh. It is a gift and she was a gift to all of us.