She is a special person. There is a lot of love pouring her way. She is kind, gentle, soft spoken but firm. She fed me soup when I was "sick" from school even though she knew I was playing hooky. She taught me how to sew and got me a sewing machine when I graduated high school. I still use that sewing machine to this day. She supported my passion for singing. She didn't bat an eye when I told her I was going to go to college and study art and music. She is grounded and spiritual. But the one thing that I love the most about her is that she listens. Intently.
As I was going through some photos, I came across a photo of her playing with Clara when she was a baby. I loved how the light came through the window and how it seemed they were in their own little world. This is my Grandma playing with my baby.