Last Tuesday, at the ripe age of 87, my grandmother passed away. She was more like a mother to me than anything. Next to my Uncle Bill, I was close to no one else. She was my rock.. she was always there to rescue me and lend a hand when I needed it. She may have scolded me or questioned my thinking.. but she always stood by me.

( In Loving Memory, E. Jeane Irvin, August 2, 1921 - February 3, 2008 )