So, Granny passed away early on Friday morning.
I miss the hell out of her already. And I have spent the last few days laughing and crying: Feeling sorry for myself one minute for having lost one of my biggest "fans" and then feeling like the luckiest person alive for ever having her in my life in the first place.We were tight from the get-go. One of my favorite stories (as told by her) is how she and my barely twenty-year-old, anxious father were in the hospital waiting room when the nurse brought the freshly-born me out to meet him. Granny said, "Oh Steve, she's beautiful..." And my dad--not nearly as convinced--asked her increduously: "She is?"
Ha!
