My grandmama passed away yesterday. She was in her 90s. Not quite sure how old really--we don't talk about age in the South. By all accounts, she was fine up until this past Saturday. It was relatively quick but a shock to us all.
I will miss the woman who made me eat vegetables with every meal, the person who introduced me to okra; I will miss the best bargain hunter in the world, who never met a sale she didn't like; and I will miss her hi-pitched, "Heeeey, Jan! How ya doin?" stretching out every syllable on our phone calls.
So I will join my parents in Atlanta for a few days to say goodbye and visit with my mother's family.