I got a call from my much-loved niece, Amy, a few minutes ago saying that her paternal grandmother passed away. I met the lady in person when Amy was a tiny baby (four months old?).
I am Amy's godmother and (of course;) went to her christening with my then-boyfriend, Skip (soon to be my husband of 39 years:). We drove from Wisconsin to southern Illinois for the purpose - I think it was the first time I'd ever been in that part of the country. My sister and her husband (Amy's father) were living in a town near his parents at the time and we stayed on their farm while we were there.
She was an archetypal farm wife and mother - warm, loving, funny, kind. We went there from time to time over the years and I always enjoyed visiting with her. Life would be wonderful if more of us were as down-to-earth and kind as she was.
Requiem in pace, Verna.