My grandmother loved everybody, even all of the people who did her wrong. She took too much crap, but it was her nature. I'm almost sure she loved me more than anybody ever has in this world. She (and my other grandmother) defended me when nobody else did, and I'll never forget that.
I was her part-time caregiver for 3 1/2 years, and her slow, cruel death from Alzheimer's is still the worst thing I've ever seen. She was such a fighter and didn't want to leave us...she suffered for a decade. We were heartbroken, but relieved that she was finally free. I will always miss her terribly.
When I arrive at death's door someday, I hope she's on the other side waiting for me with buttermilk biscuits, butter beans, and sweet tea on the red and white checkered dinner table.
