My grandmother passed away last week, so the last several days of my life have had to do mostly with death. I won't bore you with the details, but needless to say, during my week in Michigan there was little time for blogging.
I didn't really know much about grandma Irene, who I knew as Sandy (her nickname because of her Sandy blonde hair). She was plagued by severe obsessive compulsive disorder the whole time I knew her, which prevented her from being close to anyone.
But in the days leading up to the actual service, I learned so much about her life from relatives I'd barely known, it turns out all this time we'd had so much in common and I just never knew it.
So here's a small photo tribute to my grandmother, who looked adorable while operating a drill machine during World War II, who once looked like a pinup girl in a swimsuit, who swept my handsome grandfather off his feet and loved him for almost seven decades.
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