My grandmother was a firecracker, spitfire, hold it all together woman who didn\u2019t have an easy story but showed up for her family. I remember cookouts in her backyard (where she kept her \u201cwobbly\u201d bricks;), Mother\u2019s Day dinners in her family church basement, Christmas slumber parties in her living room under the painting that now hangs in my office. I remember snickering with my cousins when she invented the next of her hilarious family-famous quotes, the way she flapped her hand at you when she was done with your nonsense, and most of all\u2026the feeling of her hands in mine at the blessing my mother-in-law hosted for my son. Her sweet, wavering, meaningful voice saying over and over with the matriarchs of my family, \u201cYou are enough, you are not alone\u201d. I was too young to remember when they lived with us but I remember her work ethic, her fire, her brand of love and I am more because of it. I love you, Grandma. Fly free.