I learned this morning that my Grandma had passed on last night at the age of 92. In many ways this was a big relief. She'd been in pretty bad shape for quite a few months with a very low quality of life. So I'm glad to know she's finally in a much better place.

When I was younger my younger brother and I were fortunate in that we got to spend quite a bit of time with all of my grandparents. Both sets of grandparents lived a mile apart about 40 minutes from our home in Southern California. Unfortunately my Grandma on my Dad's side, Jane Ingram, was the last one to survive. While we're all saddened by her loss I was so lucky to have all 4 of my grandparents growing up until I was 18.

Grandma Ingram was always a lot of fun. She was the biggest spoiler of them all. I'm sure my parents loved all of the ultra sweat cereals and cookies that she would always have an unlimited supply of when we were around. There was never any doubt that she loved her Grandchildren.

She also had the biggest heart. I'm not sure that my Grandma ever missed a Sunday at church. The same church where my parents were married and she was a Deacon before her health really started to decline. Then after church she volunteered for Meals on Wheels for as long as I can remember. She never missed, and every now and then she'd bring me along. That was a gift.

Sharp and whitty were her middle names. Much earlier in her life she worked at a Women's Prison. There was an incident that she would occasionally joke about. She would say that she was very quick with the trigger, but a little slow on the draw... That was the time she shot herself in her own leg.

I would hope that she counts her son, my dad, and her grandkids as one of her greatest accomplishments. If the way that we turned out is any testament to the kind of woman she was (especially my Dad), then I know she'll go far and enjoy her new home.

We'll miss you Grandma, I love you.

-Your Loving Grandson