on july 29th, 1912, my grandmother was born.
she was an amazing woman. strong, patient, religious, generous, stern when she needed to be, but so funny, too. she and i joked a lot, i loved to get her laughing. "ah, yer kiddin," she'd say with a flip of her hand when i'd tease her. then she'd laugh from the tips of her toes.
it's been a year since she's been gone and i still miss her a lot. i hope she knows how special she was to me.
happy birthday, gram.