My late grandma Stein was a character. She was a bit of a cougar and her last love was a 40 year old gay man named Vincent. However, every time we would try and get her to see that yes Vince loved her but not in the way she had thought... Countless times my mom, step dad (at the time), my brother and step brother and I would attempt to get her to see that he was gay(nothing wrong with being gay, she just refused to see it.) we would tell her "Grandma, Vince is gay he has love for you but not in the way you're thinking though" and she would proudly respond as she swung her upper body back and forth like a lovestruck teenager "Vincent is NOT GAY, he LOVES ME"
Another memory was the last time I had seen her before she went to the hospital one last time, it was at Passover and every time I saw her I would tell her this at first to make a good impression or suck up to her to get her to like me and then after that I had continued to repeat my statement because when I would tell her dramatically that she is getting younger and younger every time I saw her, she would clasp her hands and shrug her shoulders and be so happy that she would be beaming with joy. We both knew the truth however me saying that she wasn't getting older but younger instead made her so happy that I kept telling her that solely to see how brightly she would light up and she would never lose that smile on her face. I miss her every day and every night do my best to forget that I couldn't see her in the hospital all weak and dying. I wanted to remember my grandma as she always was, similar to the uploaded picture. She was a wonderful woman who was caring and had such an inviting energy. Her smile and her personality will always be missed. She was an important part of my upbringing. A woman whose memory I will always cherish.
