Never a complaint or a criticism fell from her lips. Not a hair out of place, perfectly pressed clothes, and wearing her apron and slippers. Wearing a glowing smile. The kind that made you all warm inside. Busy, from sunup to sundown. Whistling in the kitchen while making breakfast. Singing a church hymn while sewing or doing laundry.
This is how I’ll remember my Grandmother, who passed away this morning as a result of the dreadful disease Alzheimer's. She was one of a kind.