On Friday morning, my brother called to tell me that Grandma Isa had passed away overnight.
Isa was my father’s mother, and was one of the most amazing people in my life. In her life, she had survived poverty that few of us can imagine, seen 5 children die in infancy while raising 5 of the most different and unique people I know, survived the unexpected death of her husband, and the slow death of her eldest surviving child (my father).
She was always there. She always had something to say. And she was there to tell you anything you wanted to know about the family.
I miss you Grandma.