My grandmother was the epitomy of femininity. Up until the time she died at 74, she wore high heels, lovely jewelry to match her outfits..."dressed to the nines" .....and, she always always smelled heavenly. She would mix perfumes to arrive at the perfect scent....never overdoing it. My grandmother worked to the age of 72 when her bosses realized she was 72, not 62! Broke her heart. A year later she was diagnosed with lung cancer, and in March of 1978 her little body succumbed to the disease.
I learned so much from Nama...about faith, love, strength, perseverance, wisdom, humor, and living while dying. I was so blessed to have the relationship I had with her. I'm sometimes told that she and I are very similar. I'm sure that makes her smile. I still see her ....red wig on, cigarette in hand, cooking the Thanksgiving turkey (no, those aren't the similarities I mean ;).
My life is richer because of her....love you and miss you, Nama.