It was almost a year ago that my grandma died. It was one of the hardest times in my life. Watching the life and joy being sucked out of her was awful. I remember her being a plump smiling woman working in my grandpa's repair shop. She always had chicklet's gum in her purse. Along with packs of sugar just in case she ran out. She smelled of roses and had the softest skin on her hands. Being deaf i think she used her hands for more than just speaking. She loved to feel soft fabrics and clothes.
She loved to tease my grandpa by keeping the salt away from him and jealous streak a mile long. She must have really loved my grandpa and thought he was something because she thought every other woman wanted him too..even after they moved to an apt for old folks. There's something comforting about a grandma. Something so gentle and loving. It's been a year and the pain has dulled but i'll always miss her.