My Grandma passed away last night. I am happy that she is no longer suffering. I had decided that I should go visit, but didn't get the chance maybe it was supposed to be that way. My Grandma was a wonderful person, I will miss her a lot. She raised 7 kids and had tons of grandkids. I was lucky enough to be the first granddaughter and was the only one for quite a long time. I think we had a special bond in that. She would tell me all kinds of stories about growing up, my Dad as a kid, and everyday stuff. I loved the way her and my Grandpa would talk to each other he was all gruff and she was all funny. She told me a few stories about my Dad I'm sure he'd not want me to know, but I do. She seemed to be one that had a little spunk, yet was fairly proper in certain things. She loved the fact that J knew all about the places she grew up they would talk and talk about it. She was such a tiny thing, I sometimes wonder where the size came from in her kids. She liked to have her hair done, play the nickle slots, and watch baseball. Which reminds me, she got so mad at my dad for leaving his baseball cards laying around that she threw them in the incinerator. She had no idea what Mickey Mantle cards would go for these days. She always used to bring that story up. She felt so bad about it. And though it isn't the best habit, you could not take her from her cigarettes. She would pretend she was going to do something just to sneak a smoke. I thought it was funny, some of her kids not so much. But she was not going to have them make her quit. At her assisted living apartment they even posted signs to remind her she could not smoke in her room. I think it bugged the crap out of her. I always figured, hey, she's in her 80's let her smoke if she wants. She had a hard time when they took her car. She really could drive anymore, but I think it was something she enjoyed, just going for a drive. Well, that is a little bit about my Grandma. She was my last grandparent.