My grandma, crafter, baker, writer, and wonderful lady extraordinaire, passed away quietly in her home in Dallastown, Pennsylvania, while visiting with a friend.
I aspire to many of her qualities--like the ability to avoid ever saying anything mean about anyone, and to remember details about people she met sixty years ago.
One of the most treasured and beautiful things she did over the past few years was to write down a collection of short stories--memories and recollections of her childhood, events past and present--and give copies to all of her family members, with photos and illustrations.
I feel so sad and a bit adrift to have lost someone who became, over the years, such a wonderful mentor, friend, and confidant. Mr. O'Kitten also wrote about her on his blog.
Please go look here because bloogleglogger isn't letting me upload any pics today. There's a really adorable photo of her with Morgan when Morgan was really, really small.
I miss her so much already.