Grammy and Charlie

I lost my Gram­my Tues­day. I real­ly thought she might live for­ev­er, but bone can­cer took her to the Great Beyond. She was 86.

Words can’t describe what Gram­my Hil­da meant to me. She wel­comed my par­ents to Boy­er­town. I grew up on her fam­i­ly’s farm, which was across the street from her mod­est, lov­ing home. She taught me Yahtzee. Above all else, she was my only grandparent.

I’m so grate­ful that she got to meet and know Char­lie. I feel very lucky to have had her in my life. She may be gone, but the mem­o­ries live on forever.