So Long, Farewell

Seymour's grandmother was a lively, ass-kicking, independent spirit, and we were lucky to know her. I hope that, like she did, we all live to see age 90, while still driving our own cars, using our own ears, legs, and eyes, and never seeing the need to play the part of the sugary-sweet old lady. She amazed us all.

She had just bought the house next to Seymour's parents' place, and had been looking forward to having her great-grandaughters Iz and Leigh over for sleepovers. Big sigh.

We will all miss her greatly.

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