An Extraordinary Woman
Yesterday would have been my grandma’s 100th birthday. If you could have asked her, she never would have suggested that she was particularly extraordinary, which is a shame. About a gazillion people showed up at her funeral, demonstrating otherwise. They were there because of the way she loved them. My grandma was always loving, serving, taking interest in, and taking time for a conversation with people. Family. Friends. Neighbors. Store clerks. Restaurant staff. The masked intruder who broke…