I cant tell you who my grandmother is to other people. I can only tell you that she is the first voice I remember from childhood and so beautiful everywhere we went people thought I was her child. She has been a force of kindness in my life, tainted for flavor with vanity and a laugh that was better than black magic. Her arms never fail to provide a hug and she cries for others more often than she cries for herself. I dont know if I could ever do her journey justice but here I hope to try.
