She died several years ago, but I still remember her clearly. And the older I get, the more extraordinary she becomes. Do you have someone in your past like that?
She raised three children practically alone despite being married.
She did without more times than I'm sure she would admit to.
She wrote to my father every single day he was away at war; that was 735 letters.
When she was older, she took herself to Hawaii -- alone, because it had been her dream and she couldn't find anyone to go along with her, despite being married.
And she was an artist. An artist who persisted without much encouragement. I think my father was the only one who valued her work, when I was a child, at least. Here is an example of her work, I think she'd like it if I showed it to whomever might be interested:
Of course, it's much better in person, but you get the idea.
I took my grandmother for granted when I knew her. I was a child and, while she was certainly pleasant to me, she was not really a "kid person."
Being a grown woman now, I finally have a full appreciation for the woman she was - extraordinary.