As my grandmother, nearly a decade gone now, aged, she became that sort of detached, I don't belong type. I had a devil of a time explaining to our son and daughters that this grumpy, judgmental curmudgeon was once a loving, caring, open, embracing sort. I look at old pictures of her now, from my adult perspective, and she looked like a pain in the arse, even as a youth. But for me and my brother, our maternal grandparents' home was a sought-after place of rest. Life was good at home, but going over there for a sleep-over meant so much that was different. If we are fortunate enough to have grandchildren, I hope that we provide for them that same type of respite.
Here's to your grandmother, JT. She's smiling down on her grandson, whether she agrees with all that you say, do or write or not.
Happy Memorial Day and thank you.