Every child should have a Grandmother like mine. She was the definition of love. She was never too busy for me, she never got mad, she never screamed, she never grew tired of listening to me and she never turned me away.
She was the epitome of a lady. She was beautiful, polite, graceful, confident, quiet and peaceful. Her manners were impeccable and her home was always immaculate. She could effortlessly hostess a dinner party or she could simply entertain over baloney, cheese and crackers and you would feel you were at a feast fit for a queen because she was in attendance. Having her attention was like having the sun shine just on you and somehow warm you from the inside out.
That sun set when she died several years ago, but I remember love.