My grandmother passed away on New Year’s Day.

So, I thought I would take a moment to talk about my grandma.

When custody was finally settled in my parent’s divorce, when I was about 5 years old, my sister and father and I all went to live with my grandma. She provided us with a place to live, and an extra parental figure to help when my dad needed to work late or go to school. She provided all three of us with a better life than we could’ve had otherwise.

I honestly don’t know how long we all lived together. It could’ve been one year or six. It seems like it was a long time, since I have so many memories of her there, but it is hard for me to say.

Living with her was great. I have nothing but happy memories of her then.  She had very well defined rules, and I seem to remember respecting her and them. From my point of view, it felt like her and my father were on the same page very often with how we should be raised.